Isabella looked at him with reddened eyes, caressing his face repeatedly, and finally said, "I won’t live that long, will I?"
"You will!"
Harry Hunter held her and returned to the dining room: "My family has longevity genes. My grandfather’s father lived to be one hundred and ten, my grandfather’s grandfather one hundred and three. Look at the old man now, he’s over seventy, still lively and energetic, living past a hundred is no problem."
"Honey."
"Yes."
"Are you stupid?"
"Huh?"
"I’m not from your family; your family’s longevity genes won’t affect !"
"How can you not be from my family? You married into the Hunter Family, so you’re part of the family, and naturally you’ll live long!"
Can it really be counted like that?
Did Young Master Hunter get a zero in biology at school?
But Isabella was ultimately moved by what he said, her heart fluttered, and she held Harry Hunter’s waist, unwilling to let go.
"So when I get old and ugly, will you dislike ?"
Talking about this, Harry Hunter felt a bit sad: "I’m seven years older than you, so I’ll age first and more. I’m afraid you’ll not want then!"
Isabella touched his handso face: "Even if you get old, you’ll definitely still be handso, a dashing old man."
"No way, I can’t get old. In a few days, I’ll go get so Botox or youth injections to stay forever young!"
Isabella laughed; the fearless Young Master Hunter is actually afraid of aging?
He’s so young and handso!
She kissed Harry Hunter’s perfectly shaped chin: "I’ll always like you, no matter what you turn into."
"What if I turn into Pigsy, weighing 500 pounds?"
Isabella pretended to ponder, feigning worry: "With so much weight, won’t two hands be unable to wrap around your waist? I’d have to reconsider."
Harry Hunter pinched her tender, flawless cheek: "Looks like I need to maintain my figure, or my wife will run away! I’ll feed you breakfast, and turn you into a little pig first!"
...
Connor had been reprimanding Grace Watt outside for half an hour, his mouth dry, yet Grace hadn’t listened to a single word.
"Can you be a bit more mindful? Say what needs to be said, but don’t say what shouldn’t be said!"
"I haven’t fed my rabbit yet."
"What you see isn’t always true, Natalie Niles is deliberately making you misunderstand!"
"I haven’t called my mom yet this morning."
"Don’t go et Natalie Niles; she’s too dangerous. It’s better not to et with Young Madam."
"I’m hungry, I want to eat."
Connor looked at Grace with frustration, "Get lost, get lost, I’m simply playing music to a cow!"
He chased Grace away, ruffled his hair in frustration until it looked like a bird’s nest.
How can I deal with Natalie Niles?
Not too forceful, otherwise if Natalie loses as a target, she’ll focus on Harry Hunter again, which will be worse for Harry.
Not too gentle, otherwise, Natalie, that thick-skinned person, won’t take it seriously at all!
He was pacing outside Harry Hunter’s door when he saw the door to his own room open, and Natalie Niles walked out.
He broke into a cold sweat, grabbed her swiftly, pressed the elevator button, and when it arrived, shoved her in: "Hurry up and leave!"
Natalie Niles braced both hands against the elevator doors, preventing them from closing: "What’s going on?"
"You insisted on making Grace think you’re my girlfriend, now it’s big trouble!"
"Grace doesn’t plan to be with you?"
Connor was flustered: "She’s a blockhead, never planned to be with anyone, she just loves her mom, okay?!"
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