After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 116: Deep Kiss

Harry Hunter hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time. He realized that when Isabella Weaver was around, all his stress would vanish. She didn’t have to do anything, yet she created a comfortable and peaceful atmosphere.

After finishing a drawing, Isabella Weaver turned to look at Harry Hunter, only to find he had fallen asleep on the sofa.

A feeling stirred within her, and she walked over quietly.

The sofa was a bit small; he was tall and had long legs, so he could only curl up sideways on it.

Isabella Weaver suddenly felt a bit of pity for him. Unlike her, he was a favored child of heaven, a true nobleman, yet now he was sleeping on a small sofa in a humble lodge, unable to even stretch his legs.

His whole body dressed in an expensive handmade suit and his handsome face seemed so out of place in her small lodge.

Isabella Weaver watched him for a while, couldn’t bear to wake him. He seemed to have very little time to sleep each day, so she let him continue sleeping a while longer.

She took her one thin blanket and covered Harry Hunter, then returned to her desk to continue drawing her design drafts.

The jewelry competition champion’s prize was a million dollars, along with jewelry; the other awards also had substantial prizes.

Isabella Weaver was new to this field and didn’t intend to win the championship. As long as she could make it into the top thirty, she’d receive a hundred thousand, but the most important thing was becoming an official designer for a jewelry company.

This was her opportunity, and she needed to present her best work!

Night had already deepened.

Isabella Weaver seemed to have forgotten about time; the pen in her hand never stopped moving.

Harry Hunter woke up, glanced at his watch: two in the morning.

Isabella Weaver was still drawing!

Was she risking her health?

Harry Hunter sat up, a blanket with a faint girlish fragrance slid off his body.

The blanket was thin, the blue cover washed until it was faded, somewhat old, yet spotless and incredibly clean and tidy.

Harry Hunter couldn’t help but recall Isabella Weaver’s clean, faded blue jeans. She was extremely frugal, never spent money recklessly, obviously at the age when one loves beauty the most, yet she bore loneliness and temptation, living a discreet and modest life, striving and working hard without makeup or dressing up.

The expensive clothes he bought for her, she took not a single piece, wearing them only once to visit the Hunter Family.

She didn’t yearn for his comfortable, luxurious villa, was unwilling to stay, and even if she did, she’d always want to work to repay him.

Clearly aware of his powerful skills, she didn’t want to gain benefits from him, even wanted to distance herself.

A never-before-felt emotion rose in Harry Hunter’s heart.

Why hadn’t he met her sooner?

She was so excellent, so unique, yet Milo Field only wanted to use her family, the Weaver Family, missing this hidden gem. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

But her cousin was smart, clearly knowing how good Isabella Weaver was, persistently chasing.

However, having him meant everyone else was merely in the past!

"Isabella."

Harry Hunter spoke, with restrained, overwhelming emotion.

Isabella Weaver turned, smiling: "You’re awake? The sofa is too small; are your legs numb?"

Her smile seemed so gentle and enchanting under the light, working until late and yet seeming tireless, radiating energy and vitality from within.

Harry Hunter stood up, walked over, lifted Isabella Weaver and placed her onto the desk.

Isabella Weaver exclaimed: "Mr. Hunter, you..."

The remaining words were swallowed by Harry Hunter.

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