After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic
Chapter 157: Coaxing Young Master Hunter

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Coaxing Young Master Hunter

Connor sighed, you know your body can’t take it. You work late every night, even harder than anyone else.

He thought Young Master would have a more regular lifestyle after marriage, but turns out this couple are both workaholics together, and it’s even more irregular.

"Young Madam, why not go to bed early, coax Young Master to bed, and he’ll sleep too. Otherwise, when he works, he doesn’t care about anything. I’ve told him so many times, but he doesn’t listen."

Isabella immediately nodded: "You’re right, it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t been drawing last night, I wouldn’t have kept him up too!"

She took all the blame onto herself, and it wasn’t until Connor left that she finally reacted to what he had said.

Coax Harry Hunter to bed???

Why does this sound so off?

When Harry Hunter returned at noon, he saw Isabella Weaver sitting on the sofa daydreaming, with a faint blush on her face, which suddenly reminded him of the phrase "peach blossom face."

"What are you thinking about, so focused?"

"Ho... you’re back!"

Isabella immediately stood up, took two quick steps towards Harry Hunter, but stopped abruptly realizing something.

Harry Hunter originally thought his sweet wife would throw herself into his arms but saw her stop, feeling slightly regretful yet displaying a subtle smile: "You don’t call me Mr. Hunter now, nor Harry Hunter, just Harry?"

"No, I just..." She hadn’t figured out what to call him; calling him Mr. Hunter felt a bit distant, calling Harry Hunter seemed too informal, so she hesitated and only called one word.

Harry Hunter walked up to her, pulled her into his arms, feeling her soft body, closing his eyes in satisfaction, and whispered: "If you like calling one word, you can call the last word, come on, say it, let me hear."

Isabella’s cheeks instantly turned pink, and she buried her face in Harry Hunter’s chest, unwilling to say it.

"Shy?"

Harry Hunter could always accurately guess her emotions, "How about I start? Isabella? Belle? Bella? Which do you like me calling?"

Isabella’s heart beat a little fast, her name was quite unique, no one had ever broken down "Isabella" like this, Harry Hunter calling her that made her feel a bit weak.

She was annoyed at her lack of composure and replied irrelevantly: "Didn’t you not sleep all night? Aren’t you tired?"

"Although I’m happy you care about me, but, Madam, don’t change the subject, call my name, I want to hear."

"Harry Hunter."

"Leave out Harry, or I won’t sleep."

Isabella was so mad she wanted to bite him. She wanted to say he could sleep or not, it was none of her business, threatening her with not sleeping!

But she just saw the bloodshot in his eyes and his undeniable fatigue, so she ended up feeling sorry for him, quietly calling him in his ear: "Hunter..."

Harry Hunter laughed softly with closed eyes, taking advantage: "Say ’husband’ and let me hear it."

Isabella was so angry she stomped on his foot: "Harry Hunter, can’t you stop!"

"Nope, I think it’s pretty fun." Despite being stomped on, Harry Hunter didn’t react as if he didn’t feel pain, instead holding Isabella tighter.

Isabella finally realized, that even the strongest men have a childish side. She smiled, hugged Harry Hunter’s waist to coax him: "Eat something, then go to sleep, okay?"

"Okay." Harry Hunter was very easy to coax; as long as Isabella hugged him and showed him a little care, he would comply.