"Okay."
Harry Hunter didn’t expose her; she never really had many friends. Now that Zoe Lewis was around, it was a good thing regardless.
The night was deep, and Isabella Weaver dared not eat too much. She stopped at sixty percent full, took a tour of the exotic hotel suite, then freshened up and went to sleep.
Finally able to hold him at night, Isabella humd contentedly and quickly fell asleep.
Harry had intended to do sothing, but didn’t expect her to fall asleep so quickly. He could only smile wryly, kiss her, and hold her in his arms as he fell asleep.
The long flight had exhausted his little wife.
The next morning, Isabella woke up refreshed, giving Harry a loud kiss, "Good morning, Mr. Hunter!"
"Good morning, baby."
Harry pulled her onto himself, gently stroking her cheek. It had only been three days since he saw her, yet she seed even more beautiful than before.
He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, kissing her neck, "I have ti today. Where do you want to go? I’ll go with you."
"Aren’t you working today?"
"I caught up with work progress over the past few days and specially cleared out ti today to be with you. Touched?"
"Very touched!"
"So how do you plan to reward your husband?"
Isabella pressed against him and mischievously rolled her eyes, "I’ll gift you a Swiss-made watch!"
"Too perfunctory, I don’t want it."
Isabella leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "How about this?"
"Still perfunctory, try again."
Isabella slid off him and walked towards the bathroom, "You’re too picky, no reward!"
She squeezed so toothpaste and started brushing her teeth. Harry soon walked in, hugged her, and stayed still for a long ti.
Isabella touched his face, "What’s wrong? Are you upset?"
"No."
Harry held her, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her, and softly said, "I missed you a lot."
Isabella couldn’t continue brushing her teeth. She hastily rinsed her mouth and turned to kiss him, speaking softly, "Aren’t I here now?"
Harry held her tighter, "Even so, I missed you. We can’t be apart this long ever again."
"Yeah, I also think it was a bit too long."
The two held each other, mutually agreeing that three days felt interminable.
Harry embraced her for a long ti before letting go, turning around to wash his face and brush his teeth.
Isabella quickly washed her face, then hugged Harry from behind and wouldn’t let go. Wherever he went, she followed like a clingy shadow.
Harry loved it when she was like this. He initially wanted to change clothes and go for breakfast, but as soon as he took off his pajamas and exposed his firm upper body, Isabella’s lips pressed against him.
Harry was nearly overwheld with pleasure; her lips were soft and warm against his chest, almost bringing him to his knees.
Forget breakfast, she’d be his al!
Isabella didn’t expect that a mont of impulse kissing Harry’s chest would have such serious consequences.
By the ti they finally went for breakfast, it was already an hour later.
Harry was utterly satisfied, the emptiness in his heart replaced by his darling wife’s tenderness. He wrapped her hand in his, holding her as they went to the hotel restaurant to eat.
Isabella felt soft all over, her chest still faintly aching from the bite of a ravenous man, continuously shooting daggers at him with her eyes the whole way.
Harry paid no mind, considering it her way of flirting with him. In a great mood, he ordered her an authentic Italian breakfast and insisted on sitting on the sa side of the table with her, holding her waist as he coaxed her to eat.
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