"You aren’t Dragon Hollyhock, how could you know the joy of Dragon Hollyhock? Maybe Dragon Hollyhock is very happy, its fruit being liked by soone is what gives it its value, it would only be sad if nobody liked it."
"Hmm, makes sense."
Harry Hunter imdiately agreed with her; after all, his little darling was always right.
He held the soft body in his arms, the warm ground soaking into his skin, and what he saw were the countless stars, mysterious and magnificent, unbelievably beautiful.
He relaxed his body, coaxed his little wife, and the ho was filled with her presence and cheerful laughter; this was a life he had never imagined before.
And this wonderful life was truly happening and continued to exist.
He gently kissed Isabella Weaver’s forehead, his gaze filled with tenderness.
Seeing him lying comfortably, Isabella didn’t mind whether the ground was dirty or not, lying down next to him, resting her head on his arm, and watching the sky and counting stars together.
Harry Hunter was highly knowledgeable; he had received a comprehensive systematic education, with countless private tutors, each being the best in their field.
Wherever Isabella pointed to a star, he could casually provide an explanation.
His voice was deep and pleasant, and when he spoke with a gentle tone, it always captivated Isabella.
"Honey, if you ever stop being the CEO of Star Region Group, you could beco a strear, you’d definitely be a hit."
"No, I won’t."
"Why not?"
Harry’s tone was arrogantly proud: "Because no one else deserves my stellar comntary; you’re the only person in the world who gets to hear it."
"Honey, you’re so arrogant."
"I can be even more arrogant if you want to try?"
"How will you be more arrogant?"
Harry let out a low laugh, got up and picked her up, striding indoors: "You’ll know soon."
Finally understanding what he ant, Isabella imdiately shouted: "I don’t want to know, Young Master, be reasonable!"
"Young Master can’t be reasonable tonight, little girl, don’t think about escaping."
Isabella struggled and shouted "Help!".
Harry held her tightly: "No one will co to save you tonight, little girl, you’re mine!"
Isabella acted even more dramatically: "Help, soone!"
Harry simply carried her over his shoulder, heading upstairs: "Stop shouting, I’ll take good care of you."
The two improvised a scene of a domineering playboy Young Master abducting a maid, and even David outside the villa could vaguely hear their playful laughter.
Geez, Connor was fed so much dog food by the Young Master that he’s too sad to eat lunch, he gets tornted daily and has already beco quite resilient.
As the night deepened, the surroundings beca quiet, and the bodyguards got so late-night snacks and chilled waterlon, David and his team sat together, devouring hungrily and feeling very satisfied.
There was one thing he regretted though, Connor wasn’t here anymore, he really missed Connor.
Wondering if playing Prince was fun?
Soon enough he’ll be King, probably won’t be able to be so free anymore.
After finishing the midnight snack, they did routine patrols, and David even patrolled Connor’s villa to prevent any foolish people from sneaking in and stealing things while Connor wasn’t ho.
If he couldn’t adequately protect his brother’s belongings, he might as well quit being a bodyguard.
Halfway through patrolling, David received instructions from Harry Hunter on his phone, leaving the patrol team behind, taking Grace Watt who had been on standby all night, quickly entered the villa, and appeared in front of Harry.
"Isabella will go to Peter Barnes’ place tomorrow, prepare the manpower. If she loses a single hair, you’ll all go to Africa to mine for a lifeti."
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