After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic
Chapter 152 Newlywed Couple

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Newlywed Couple

Isabella Weaver had nowhere to gain leverage, so she could only wrap her arms around Harry Hunter’s neck, which made them seem even more intimate.

His kiss was so intense, filled with a desire that left her both thrilled and frightened, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

She finally managed to catch her breath and complained to Harry Hunter, "You hurt me..."

Harry Hunter’s eyes were deep as he softly murmured, "You’re such a delicate thing."

He hadn’t even done anything, and she was already complaining about pain.

"Did I break my lip?"

Hearing this familiar line, Harry Hunter couldn’t help but laugh, "Why are you always worried about your lips breaking? I’m not that rough. I kissed you gently; not a single break."

"Then why does it hurt?"

Harry Hunter looked down at her rosy, glistening lips, his voice husky, "They’re a bit swollen." But even more beautiful and tempting, he wanted to bite them again.

"They’re swollen and you still say the kiss was gentle!"

"I’ve been very restrained. Your lips are so tender that they swell with just a light kiss. What can I do?"

Harry Hunter thought, if it weren’t for his strong self-control, Isabella Weaver would have been devoured by him long ago.

But whenever she said it hurt, his heart softened, and he couldn’t bear to continue.

"Let me down. I want to see in the mirror."

Harry Hunter didn’t let go; instead, he supported Isabella Weaver by her hips, letting her legs wrap around his waist, and carried her into the bathroom, placing her on the marble sink. "See, nothing’s broken."

Isabella Weaver glanced at the mirror and dared not look again.

Too embarrassing, too blush-inducing!

Her face was unnaturally flushed, her lips bore clear traces of their heated kiss, even her eyes shimmered with emotion, her whole demeanor radiating a romantic aura.

She pounded on Harry Hunter’s chest and murmured with her head down, "You’re not allowed to kiss me anymore!"

Harry Hunter knew she was shy, and didn’t take her words seriously. He lifted her chin and kissed her again.

Her scent was captivating, her sweet lips had a lingering spearmint freshness from washing up, and it left him entranced.

He wasn’t sure how long had passed until Connor knocked on the door, prompting Harry Hunter to finally stop and carry her back to the living room.

Although Connor knocked, he did not enter, as if knowing the young master didn’t want him as a third wheel. Through the door, he reported, "Young Master, lunch is ready. Should I bring it up, or would you and the Young Madam like to go downstairs to eat?"

Harry Hunter was about to tell him to bring it up when Isabella Weaver quickly interjected, "Downstairs to eat!"

She was really worried that if they ate here, Harry Hunter might end up eating her as well.

Harry Hunter ran his fingers through her long hair, answering Connor, "We’ll eat downstairs. Prepare a car, I want to take Isabella out for a stroll."

"Yes."

Connor acknowledged and then vanished.

The Hunter Family was currently in chaos, all condemning Harry Hunter, but he didn’t mention a word, not wanting to ruin the young master’s hard-earned good mood.

Isabella Weaver dashed into her room, quickly changed her clothes, and cheerfully called out, "Mr. Hunter, let’s go!"

The clothes she wore were new ones Harry Hunter had bought. His villa was already stocked with various kinds of outfits for girls, not knowing what Isabella Weaver preferred, he thought she’d look good in anything with her fair skin, so he bought a bit of every style.

Her outfit, a casual suit, consisted of a loose, sky-blue hoodie, paired with slightly darker pants, showcasing her youthful energy perfectly. What’s more, it matched Harry Hunter’s blue casual suit, making them appear as a couple.

He extended his arm to Isabella Weaver, "Let’s go."

Isabella Weaver looped her arm through his, just like a real young couple, and they walked out together.