After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic Chapter 915: After Being Burned by Chili Peppers

Harry Hunter said "Hmm," hung up the phone, and personally went over to David’s table to pick so food for Isabella Weaver.

He brought back half a bowl, thought about it, and still felt it was a bit much, so he ate two pieces of at himself before handing it to Isabella Weaver.

Isabella Weaver was almost in tears: "That’s too little, and you’re even stealing my food!"

Harry Hunter chuckled: "How am I stealing? Isn’t it eating openly? It tastes pretty good, go ahead and eat!"

Isabella Weaver savored every bite, feeling that the spicy little wild chicken was the most delicious thing in the world, surpassing even the small silverfish.

It was spicy and flavorful, paired with celery and onions, giving off a special enticing aroma.

She ate for a mont, turning her head unintentionally, and found that Harry Hunter had actually swallowed!

Isabella Weaver was taken aback to realize that he also loved the spicy flavor of fried wild chicken, but he restrained himself from eating the spicy dish because he was afraid she’d feel envious and uncomfortable just watching him eat, so he accompanied her by eating bland food.

She picked up a piece of at and placed it in Harry Hunter’s mouth: "Let’s eat together."

Harry Hunter almost impulsively wanted to kiss her!

Even though she didn’t have enough to eat herself, she still fed him.

He really didn’t mind eating or not; the aroma was tempting, but he also felt content accompanying her with bland food.

Having a baby isn’t just her business; it doesn’t make sense for her to have dietary restrictions while he eats to his heart’s content. He can’t endure the pain of pregnancy and childbirth for her, but this small companionship is sothing he can still do.

Harry Hunter didn’t care at all that there was a full table of people next to them. He moved his chair beside Isabella Weaver, put an arm around her waist, and used the other hand to serve her food.

In the end, he couldn’t hold back, wiped his mouth with a napkin, bent down to find her lips, gently pressed them, and gave a light kiss.

Isabella Weaver was so surprised her heart almost jumped out!

He was becoming more and more unreserved in kissing her, even though there were five people sitting at the next table! How embarrassing!

Harry Hunter felt he was being very restrained. If there weren’t other people around, afraid she’d feel uncomfortable, he would have long since pulled Isabella Weaver into his lap.

Isabella Weaver could deeply feel how much he pampered her, even the bland food suddenly tasted flavorful.

Harry Hunter didn’t need her to make any move; wherever her eyes looked, he imdiately picked the food and fed her with ticulous care and patience.

Isabella Weaver was worried the table next to them would laugh at the two of them, but when she looked closely, she found no one paid attention to her and Harry Hunter!

Because David and the others were gobbling down food and fighting over it with full enthusiasm, no one was willing to be distracted, wholeheartedly grabbing food!

Even the seemingly indifferent Zoe Lewis was grabbing food quickly, with an elegant eating manner but not slow at all.

The only one who wasn’t fighting for food was Zoe Lewis, but she was also busy putting food into David’s bowl, one sweet tactic after another.

Isabella Weaver felt at ease, comfortably letting Harry Hunter feed her, eating until she was full, then leaning on him and watching him eat.

The handso man, even eating looks so attractive.

Isabella Weaver licked her lips, it’s no wonder Harry Hunter sotis couldn’t control himself, suddenly kissing her out of the blue.

Watching him eat now, his lips slightly pursed, reddened beautifully after being spiced by the chili, she just wanted to kiss him.

Harry Hunter seed to sense her intention, leaned down to peck her once, then continued eating casually.

Both tables finished lunch feeling completely satisfied.

After the al, David brewed tea, Zoe Lewis washed various fruits, as well as wild fruits like sour dates that Isabella Weaver had picked, each person with a plate, finding a spot under the shade of a tree, sitting on the grass, enjoying an extra happy and relaxed ti.