After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic
Chapter 190 Blown Up

Chapter 190: Chapter 190 Blown Up

Isabella Weaver felt reassured: "Then let’s go eat, I’m a bit hungry."

"I’ll ask Aunt Hart to bring up porridge."

"No need, I’ll just go downstairs to eat in the restaurant." It’s a hand injury, not a foot injury, why wouldn’t he even let her walk?

"Be good."

Harry Hunter gently coaxed her, made a phone call to Aunt Hart, and then went to the bathroom to get a damp towel.

He carefully wiped Isabella Weaver’s hands and face, cleaning her tear-streaked face thoroughly, and nodded in satisfaction: "My wife is truly beautiful!"

Isabella Weaver couldn’t help but laugh.

She figured she really couldn’t be considered beautiful at the moment, right?

Her hair was a mess, she had just cried so her eyes were swollen, her hands were wrapped in bandages, her clothes disheveled...

Isabella Weaver looked down at her clothes and froze!

"Where are my clothes?!"

"Took them off."

Isabella Weaver’s face suddenly turned bright red: "Who took them off?"

"Aunt Hart."

"Oh." Isabella Weaver sighed in relief, her face just returning to normal when Harry Hunter chuckled.

"Just kidding, it was actually me who took them off. How could I let someone else take off my wife’s clothes? Of course, I would do it myself!"

Isabella Weaver: "..."

How did she not know he loved joking so much!

She was now wearing a large, loose shirt, clearly Harry Hunter’s!

She buried herself in the blanket, both embarrassed and annoyed: "Get out!"

Harry Hunter chuckled lowly, Aunt Hart conveniently brought in lunch, he received it, nodded, and Aunt Hart promptly retreated.

"Weren’t you hungry? Come and eat."

Harry Hunter placed the lunch on the table and reached to lift the blanket.

Isabella Weaver’s head popped out, her cheeks as red as a ripe tomato.

This little girl was too shy!

She had been in a daze, now injured, and when he changed her clothes, he hadn’t had any other thoughts besides pity and concern.

He personally changed Isabella Weaver’s clothes for an even more important reason, which was to see if she had any other injuries, just in case she was beaten, so he could get back at them for her.

Harry Hunter held porridge, sat at the bedside, naturally saying: "We’ve been married so long, what’s there to be shy about? Be a good girl, eat your porridge, open your mouth."

Isabella Weaver widened her eyes at him, how were they considered being married long? They had only been married for less than a month!

Is that even how you coax someone?

"Stay away from me in the future, don’t touch my clothes!"

Harry Hunter fed her a spoonful of porridge, complying verbally: "Okay, won’t touch, won’t touch."

"Why do I feel like you’re just brushing me off?"

"No way, be a good girl and eat the porridge."

Isabella Weaver ate the porridge with a gaze full of skepticism, feeling he didn’t take her warning to heart at all.

Harry Hunter’s lips curled in a barely visible smile, finding his little wife incredibly cute, she was even suspicious of him!

Was there a need to suspect? Wasn’t it obvious?

Not touching her was impossible!

Harry Hunter smiled as he fed Isabella Weaver until she was full, settled her comfortably, and instructed Aunt Hart to take care of her, then left with Connor.

"Young Master, are you going to the company?"

"No."

"Then..."

"Gather people and go blow up the Weaver Family and Parker Family!"

Ten minutes later, the entire city’s fire brigade gathered at the Weaver Family and Parker Family homes to extinguish fires.

Christopher Weaver was notified in the hospital by the fire brigade, his home unexpectedly exploded due to gas leakage causing a fire, and he fainted on the spot in shock.

Ryan Parker hurried home, but it was too late.

Though the fire and explosion had been contained, the home was ruined, reduced to a charred heap of rubble.