Isabella Weaver had thought a hundred tis about cracking open this man’s head to see what’s inside, why is he so different from a normal person everywhere?
Wasn’t he eager to marry her? Why didn’t he react when he heard she got married? Why, upon seeing her hand, did he directly ignore the wedding ring and only think of how to ruin her hand?
"Do you still want to stand here getting drenched? Get in the car, we’re going ho. From now on, you’ll be my wife, Little Isabella."
Alexander Parker took off his clothes, using them as an umbrella over Isabella Weaver’s head, coaxing her like when they were kids: "My only one, you have to be obedient, don’t run anymore, or cousin will truly be angry."
When he’s gentle, he looks like a sheep capable of warming people’s hearts, yet Isabella Weaver knows better than anyone, underneath that gentle sheep façade is a bloodthirsty, manic wolf.
"Doesn’t cousin care that I’ve already married soone else?"
"Did cousin sleep with him?"
Isabella Weaver was startled, then imdiately replied, "Of course."
"Cousin is lying."
Alexander Parker laughed, "You know, Isabella, lying to is pointless. To avoid , you randomly married soone, am I right?"
Isabella Weaver only felt chills creeping up from her feet to her head.
His intelligence is too high!
Nothing can be hidden from him!
Alexander Parker forcefully pulled her hand out from her sleeve, held it delicately, stroked it, kissed it lightly at the lips, his voice unbelievably tender and gentle:
"I even know that cousin still has her first kiss, not given to your flash marriage man, nor to that pretty boy Milo Field, cousin has always been self-loving. We grew up together, I know better than anyone."
"You don’t like marrying , that’s okay too, whoever you want to marry, I’ll comply with you, but!"
Alexander Parker’s voice shifted from gentleness to sothing sinister, without transition: "You must be mine! Whoever touches you, I will make die, if you don’t believe , you can try!"
"Is that so?"
A cold voice suddenly rang out, a fist carrying a gust of wind smashed into Alexander Parker’s handso face.
Alexander Parker staggered, falling into the mud.
He turned his head, only then seeing a man had approached them soti without him noticing!
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, yet he didn’t care at all, slowly standing up, asking in a deep voice: "Are you the man my cousin married?"
Harry Hunter ignored him, pulling out a pure white handkerchief from his suit pocket, carefully wiping Isabella Weaver’s hand, he did it repeatedly with the rainwater till he stopped, as if Isabella Weaver’s hand had touched sothing unclean.
His face showed no expression, only an aura of coldness emanating from his whole body indicating his bad mood.
"Madam, get in the car first, I need to talk with your cousin."
Isabella Weaver’s eyes were filled with regret and worry: "You need to be careful, he..."
"Cousin, why don’t you worry about ? My heart feels a bit hurt."
Isabella Weaver glanced at him, saying: "Don’t get physical, he’s not as ruthless as you, he’s just an ordinary person."
Harry Hunter’s face remained expressionless upon hearing this, described as "ordinary person" without showing any reaction, whereas Alexander Parker’s eyes flickered continuously.
His little cousin is truly naive!
This man is definitely not ordinary, the force and speed of his punches were first-rate, he approached them without triggering his alertness, definitely a fighting expert.
Moreover, this man has an extraordinary ability to control his emotions, his psychological quality is above his!
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