Back then, when Milo Field pursued her, she almost agreed without hesitation, not because she liked him that much, but because he was both popular and academically excellent, quite famous indeed.
His character was so good, well-mannered, gentle, and considerate, never reckless, unlike the other guys who were always careless and rough. He was a gentleman, polite, never crossed her safe zone randomly, respected her, and even had a subtle tendency to please her.
He fit every girl’s imagination of a boyfriend.
If Gilly Scott hadn’t intervened, Isabella Weaver felt that she might not have seen through Milo Field’s true nature for many years; he disguised too well, even deceiving all the girls in school.
She wasn’t devastated at all after the breakup, but rather felt relieved.
Now, if she were to leave Harry Hunter, she might break down.
At this mont, Isabella Weaver didn’t explain much, simply saying softly, "My first love in my heart is only you, no one else. He ans nothing to ."
Harry Hunter felt comforted, but it was a pity he couldn’t hug her across the screen, so he praised her with a "Good girl."
"I’ll have soone take care of Milo Field and Cherry Lewis; you don’t need to worry about it. Show what you’re having for dinner?"
Isabella Weaver pointed the cara at the dining table, and as she listed them one by one, she lanted, "Why did you ask the maid to make so much? I can’t finish it all; it’s such a waste."
"It’s just six dishes and two soups, really too much?"
Before leaving, Harry Hunter had instructed the maid to prepare at least six dishes for Isabella Weaver every al. Never did he expect the maid to be so inflexible — he said at least six, so she really only made six.
Does she think the Hunter Family lacks money?
The Eldest Young Master Hunter felt the maid was looking down on him, completely treating those two soups as nonexistent, not even counting them in the main dishes, and remained peeved with the maid only preparing six dishes, believing his little wife was being wronged.
"Tomorrow I’ll ask soone to make you more dishes, just eat a little of everything, so the nutritional balance is ensured."
Isabella Weaver couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "So many dishes, already very nutritious, very balanced! Don’t do more; it’s such a sha I can’t eat much ho alone."
Besides, she was used to dining together with him. Suddenly with him not ho, her als lacked flavor.
Harry Hunter seed aware of her feelings, thought for a while, then said, "I’ll have Grace Watt co to accompany you; if you can’t finish, let her eat. Tonight she’ll stay at ho and accompany you to sleep."
Isabella Weaver’s eyes lit up, "Great! Quickly ask her to co!"
"But she’s not allowed on our bed or to touch the sofa at ho."
Isabella Weaver was stunned, "Then where should she sleep? There’s no guest room in the house!"
Due to Harry Hunter’s unique lifestyle, there was only one bed in the house. He never allowed anyone to sleep over, even with Connor being so close and familiar; he never let him stay over, and for convenience, he even bought the villa next door for Connor.
This ti allowing Grace Watt to sleep at ho was already a significant exception.
"Let her sleep on the floor. I pay such a high salary, not for them to enjoy leisure. I’m having her co firstly to keep you company and secondly to protect you closely."
While speaking, Harry Hunter sent a ssage to Grace Watt.
He kept chatting with Isabella Weaver until Grace Watt arrived at her ho, only then did he feel at ease to end the video call.
With Grace Watt accompanying her for dinner, Isabella Weaver ate quite a bit more.
As bedti approached, Isabella Weaver took new pillows and blankets, laying them on the sofa, "Grace Watt, you’ll have to settle for the sofa tonight."
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