"Not even girls!"
Harry Hunter’s tone was domineering as he wrapped his arm around Isabella Weaver’s waist, gently holding her: "She’s too rough, what if she hurts you? Plus, I don’t like others touching you. It’s not about gender, it’s about everyone."
"Why don’t you like Zoe Lewis? Look at her, she’s so scared of you she doesn’t dare speak."
Harry lowered his head and pecked her lips, his voice softened a bit: "It’s not that I don’t like her. I’m like this with everyone else too. Anyone who gets close to you triggers my repulsion. I think she still isn’t scared enough of , otherwise, she wouldn’t dare hug you. My intimidation isn’t enough yet, my gaze isn’t scary enough."
Isabella felt comfortable leaning against him, feeling safe and satisfied: "You’re already quite scary, Young Master, what more do you want? To make her cry from fright?"
Harry nodded: "Sure."
Isabella raised her fist and punched him lightly: "No way!"
"Alright, I’ll listen to you."
Harry coaxed her gently, but in his heart, he was thinking that he must scare Zoe to tears so she wouldn’t dare to lay a hand on Isabella again.
Saying one thing while thinking another, Young Master Hunter didn’t even blush and thought boldly that maybe he should find a boyfriend for Zoe. With a boyfriend, she wouldn’t try to hug Isabella.
He looked up to see Zoe again next to David, trying to speak pleasingly, asking him what he wanted for breakfast and offering to make it.
Harry nodded in agreent, fine, David it is!
Over there, David was still unaware, oblivious to being pawned off by his boss, and he was handling Zoe with a bulging vein.
"Did you not sleep well last night? Why do you have dark circles? How about I boil an egg for you to apply on them?"
"No need." Who’s to bla for this? Who!
"Do you want so thistle juice? It’s calming and tempers your mood, there’s so left from yesterday that Isabella picked."
"No!" Is this girl trying to make him suffer?
"What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you."
"I don’t want to eat anything." He’s already filled with anger, what more eating.
David said he didn’t want to eat, but when Zoe cooked a lavish breakfast, he ate faster than anyone else.
Among them was a carrot corn olet with strawberry jam, which no one else liked, but David particularly enjoyed it and finished a whole plate by himself.
He knew it was sothing Zoe made just for him.
Because Harry and Isabella don’t eat carrots, while David and the others don’t like sweet things.
He was the only one who liked carrots, corn, and sweet foods.
The fresh, sweet scent lingered on his taste buds, and David found Zoe’s small face much more pleasing to the eye.
After breakfast, everyone went ho to freshen up and prepared to start the Monday workday.
David took Zoe ho, but when they reached the Lewis Family’s doorstep, she dawdled and wouldn’t get out of the car.
Having just eaten the breakfast she worked hard on, David couldn’t just throw her out, so he patiently asked: "What’s wrong?"
"I don’t want to go ho."
"Then where do you want to go?"
"Can I hang out at your place for a day?"
"No."
"I already made an appointnt with Auntie to et tomorrow, it’s just one day earlier!"
"No."
"Then can I go to the office with you and keep you company? I can be your assistant."
"No."
"Anyway, I don’t want to go ho. If I don’t stay out all night, I’ll be scolded to death when I go back. My sister will definitely make wash clothes all day. I don’t want to do laundry today."
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