After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic
Chapter 154: Young Master Hunter Shows Affection

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Young Master Hunter Shows Affection

Isabella Weaver was eating the shrimp peeled by Harry Hunter when her phone received a text message: "Well done!"

She was a bit puzzled; the words were ambiguous. Did she do something?

She casually deleted the text message and continued enjoying her meal.

The temperature in N City was slightly higher, with bright sunshine outside and a touch of fresh green, giving off a lively vibe. The beautiful scenery made Isabella Weaver’s appetite improve a bit.

Harry Hunter peeled some shrimp for her, so she quickly grabbed a few shrimps and peeled them for Harry Hunter to eat.

It’s all about reciprocity!

Harry Hunter thought it was fortunate that he refused Mayor Charles’ invitation; otherwise, where would he enjoy the privilege of having shrimp peeled?

He had completely forgotten that before, not just Cherry Lewis had peeled shrimp for him, but many attractive men and women did too. However, due to his severe cleanliness obsession, he refused to eat shrimp peeled by others’ fingers.

The shrimp peeled by Isabella Weaver, he ate happily.

After a sumptuous lunch ended, the two washed their hands and, arm in arm, walked out of the restaurant side by side.

Once they stepped out of the hotel entrance, Isabella Weaver whispered in Harry Hunter’s ear: "I noticed your friend secretly took a photo of us. Is that okay?"

Harry Hunter’s ear felt ticklish from her warm breath, and his heart tickled too, but considering they were outside, he restrained himself from moving Isabella Weaver.

"No worries, I know what he’s up to."

He had long expected that the person would inform Cherry Lewis. That’s what he wanted; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so indifferent.

The person used to be one of Cherry Lewis’ pursuers, and although he’s married now, he still considers Cherry Lewis his "moonlight." He surely sent the photos to Cherry Lewis.

Harry Hunter didn’t mind letting Cherry Lewis know about the sweet love between him and Isabella Weaver. Yes, it was best if the whole world knew.

Displaying affection was his new hobby, like—

"Connor, have you noticed my clothes?"

Connor replied with a smile: "Oh, Young Master, your clothes and Young Madam’s are matching outfits, right? The colors are so compatible, just like the people!"

"Old Thompson, drive the car slowly; Young Madam just finished eating, and I’m afraid she might feel uncomfortable."

Driver Old Thompson eagerly agreed, "Young Master, don’t worry, I drive the smoothest; you truly care for Young Madam!"

"Hmm."

Harry Hunter held Isabella Weaver’s hand, sitting in the backseat of the car, exuding a composed, aristocratic aura.

Isabella Weaver was the only one who wanted to laugh, suddenly realizing that beneath his aristocratic demeanor lay a childish soul—afraid that others wouldn’t know he had a wife and flaunted it everywhere.

Isabella Weaver remembered that when she was with Milo Field, he avoided and hid everything, afraid of others knowing they were a couple. He probably didn’t think much of her!

So, isn’t Harry Hunter’s inner self...

Isabella Weaver rested her head on his shoulder, holding his arm, watching the scenery retreat outside the window, feeling completely content.

If time could stop at this moment, she would find no regret.

Harry Hunter saw Isabella Weaver unusually take the initiative to lean her head against him, making him even more joyful, his lips involuntarily curling up. He began introducing N City’s scenic spots and food specialties to Isabella Weaver. Upon reaching interesting places, he’d take her down for a stroll. If they were tired, they returned to rest in the car, while he continued his narrative more diligently than a professional and considerate private guide.

In the evening, he took Isabella Weaver to set off fireworks, gifted her roses, had a seafood feast, sang "Only You" for her at KTV, and danced with her, even more passionately than young couples in love.

On the way back to the hotel, Isabella Weaver leaned against his embrace, softly whispered: "Mr. Hunter, I feel like we are in love..."

Harry Hunter placed a kiss on her forehead, "Not ’like,’ we are."

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