After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 118 Pampering Wife Like Crazy

Harry Hunter got up, took a quilt from the living room, and covered Isabella Weaver: "I’ll go home to sleep, you have a good rest, no staying up late. Continue your painting tomorrow."

He wasn’t worried about catching a cold himself. He was very healthy and almost never caught colds.

He was worried that if he took the quilt, Isabella Weaver would catch a cold.

The bed was small, and adding him in it would make her sleep poorly.

Harry Hunter turned off the light for her, closed the door, and walked out of the guesthouse.

In the darkness, Isabella Weaver heard the sound of his sports car leaving, she smiled softly, hugged the quilt, and unknowingly fell asleep.

Seven in the morning.

Isabella Weaver was awakened from her dreams by the aroma of food.

She sleepily opened the bedroom door, and then was stunned.

The man who left last night was now sitting at the dining table, with a variety of breakfast items laid out, steaming and aromatic.

Harry Hunter, dressed in a sharp suit, turned to look at her: "Awake? You slept so late yesterday, why not sleep a little longer."

Isabella Weaver rubbed her eyes, suspecting she was still dreaming, he looked as if he never left!

Harry Hunter got up, took a wet towel and walked over, cupping her face and gently wiping it: "Why do you always look like a little kitten in the morning, stunned and silly, didn’t sleep enough?"

Isabella Weaver instantly woke up: "Are you calling me silly?"

Harry Hunter pinched her little nose: "I’m saying you’re cute."

Isabella Weaver laughed, this ice-cold man could actually be so sweet!

After laughing, she realized that this ice-cold man not only could be sweet, but was also wiping her face!

Isn’t he afraid of spoiling her?

Is he trying to spoil her to the point she can’t take care of herself?

"Mr. Hunter."

"Hmm?"

"You’re really nice."

"Hmm."

Harry Hunter chuckled lightly, the little girl finally thinks he’s nice, it’s quite rare.

"Weren’t you still talking about divorcing me yesterday? Changed your mind?"

Isabella Weaver seriously thought for a moment, then shook her head.

Divorce, she’d never find another man like this again, she couldn’t let go.

Harry Hunter’s handsome face slowly expanded into a smile, making her feel moved gave him an immense sense of achievement, more so than when he acquired the Hunter Family’s property.

After wiping her face, Isabella Weaver went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at the blush on her pale face, the sparkle in her eyes, the slight smile at the corner of her mouth, and suddenly realized that she was very much like those young girls in love at school!

Isabella Weaver touched her face, her smiles seemed to have increased recently, and her complexion looked better, was she being nourished by Harry Hunter?

As she was thinking about him, Harry Hunter came in. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Why so long?"

Harry Hunter naturally wrapped his arm around her waist, took the mouthwash cup from her hand, felt the temperature, and said: "Don’t use such cold water, it’s not good for your teeth."

He poured out the water, filled it with warm water, and brought it to Isabella Weaver’s lips: "Open your mouth, rinse."

Isabella Weaver lowered her head, took a sip, rinsed, then spit it out.

Harry Hunter again brought the cup to her lips until she finished rinsing, then wiped her face with a wet towel again, held her hand and said: "Alright, you can eat now."

Isabella Weaver’s hand was wrapped in his large palm, and an inexplicable emotion spread in her heart.

He’s really pampering to the extreme, treating her like a child, who else would bring mouthwash to her lips?

A young master of a wealthy family, aren’t they all supposed to be arrogant, aloof, looking down on everyone?

Why is he different?

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