After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic
Chapter 175: I Just Like You

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: I Just Like You

Isabella Weaver’s face turned red all of a sudden, but it was so dim now that no one knew she was shy, so she felt not the least bit uncomfortable.

Her face rested against Harry Hunter’s chest, clearly feeling his heartbeat and firm chest muscles.

His embrace gave her an indescribable sense of security.

Harry Hunter held her tightly, kissing her hair and asking, "Why did you stop touching? Unsatisfied?"

Of course not!

Isabella Weaver gently shook her head.

She was just a little embarrassed.

Harry Hunter had a really good physique, with smooth muscle lines, but he didn’t look overly bulky. You couldn’t tell when he wore a suit, but once he took it off, it revealed the sexy side of a man.

She wrapped her arms around Harry Hunter’s waist, actively hugging him tightly, and leaned all her weight on him contentedly, whispering, "I think it’s fine now."

So, this is what happiness feels like, her entire being filled, her shattered world made beautiful and full of sunshine all because of him.

Harry Hunter understood what she meant; she was saying that their current relationship was good, and she didn’t want a divorce either.

Before they got married, even on the wedding day, he had promised that if she wanted a divorce, he would agree.

Now he’s gone back on his word.

Ever since meeting Isabella Weaver, all his oaths and promises from before were completely broken.

After so many years, he finally found someone who was pleasant to be with and didn’t scheme against him, so of course, he wanted to hold on to that.

On the beach, young couples would occasionally walk by, all holding hands, intimately close. Under the distant amber streetlights, some people were passionately kissing.

For a moment, Harry Hunter felt as if ever since he fell in love, it seemed the whole world was in love; why hadn’t he noticed so many couples before?

Isabella Weaver seemed to know what he was thinking and chuckled, "Mr. Hunter, do you not know where we are?"

"What’s special about this place?"

"Yes, this is Lovers’ Beach."

Harry Hunter really didn’t know. He hadn’t been to any of the beaches in A City, let alone Lovers’ Beach. It seemed fate had brought him to this randomly chosen spot.

He gently caressed Isabella Weaver’s back, his tone growing somewhat tender: "Do you like it here?"

"No." I just like you.

"Then shall we go home?"

"Okay."

The sea breeze was getting colder. Harry Hunter feared Isabella Weaver would be cold, and Isabella Weaver feared he would be cold.

Harry Hunter took her back to the bed and breakfast, and as he left, he saw from the rearview mirror that she stood on the balcony, seeing him off.

He smiled, feeling that he was getting closer and closer to Isabella Weaver.

Even when he got back to the villa, the smile on his face was still evident.

Connor knew he surely was with Isabella Weaver again. Only when he was with Isabella Weaver would he be in such a good mood.

He braced himself and moved forward, ruining the young master’s good mood, "Young Master, the old lady and everyone have come. They said if you don’t divorce, they won’t leave."

The smile on Harry Hunter’s face disappeared in an instant.

They all came?

He strode into the living room to see all the Hunter family sitting on his sofa.

The old lady and old man, Leon Hunter, Amy Winters,

and, Amy Winters’ son, Austin Winters.

The atmosphere in the living room was so oppressive and heavy that it was hard to breathe. Aunt Hart and Aunt Spring were both frightened into silence as they served tea and cut fruit for everyone.

Everyone looked at Harry Hunter with unfriendly eyes, except Austin Winters, who had a broad smile on his face and greeted him cheerfully, "Brother, you’re back!"