novelraw Chapter 435: Pampering the Wife Without Limits
Chapter 435: Pampering the Wife Without Limits
Isabella Weaver suddenly smiled, she wrapped her arms around Harry Hunter’s neck, and softly called him, "Hubby.""Hmm?"
"Hubby~"
"Hmm."
Harry replied placidly, feeling relieved inside. He finally managed to coax his little sweetheart back into calling him hubby again.
Previously, when she was angry, she would call him Harry Hunter at every turn, or stiffly call him Mr. Hunter, which made his scalp tingle.
He entered the bedroom, placed her on the bed, gave her a kiss, gentle and indulgent, "Be good, take a nap. I’ll go downstairs to tidy up the kitchen, then come back to accompany you."
"Okay."
Harry tucked her in with a light blanket, went downstairs, and entered the kitchen, closing the kitchen door to make a call.
"Connor, check who Isabella is collaborating with this afternoon, and have them postpone it. I’m taking Isabella fishing this afternoon."
Connor, on the other end of the line, instantly understood Harry’s intention, and cheerfully said, "Don’t worry, Young Master. I’ll complete the task!"
After hanging up the call, Harry opened the kitchen door, gathered the dishes from the dining table into the kitchen sink, washed his hands, and took out various fruits from the fridge to place into a large food container.
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A chilly yet slightly coy voice sounded, Harry looked up, "Why did you come down? I told you to sleep, didn’t I?"
Isabella walked into the kitchen and stood beside him, "I can’t sleep."
Harry picked up a plump blueberry and popped it into her mouth, chuckled lightly, "Couldn’t sleep without me?"
It was indeed because of that reason, but Isabella couldn’t admit it, "No, I’m thinking about work! Why are these blueberries so sweet!"
As she spoke, she also pushed a blueberry into Harry’s mouth, then ate another herself.
By the fifth one, a cell phone rang outside.
Isabella hurried to the living room, found her phone tossed on the sofa, and answered the call.
"Yes, it’s me! Hello, President Turner! The collaboration meeting has been rescheduled for tomorrow? ... It’s okay, it’s okay, no need to apologize, unexpected situations happen to everyone... Alright, see you tomorrow, President Turner!"
After hanging up, Isabella returned to the kitchen and hugged Harry, her eyes smiling, "The other party rescheduled the meeting for tomorrow, let’s go fishing!"
Harry smiled tenderly, "Alright."
He had already packed the various fruits, covered the container, lifted his little sweetheart into his arms, "Let’s take a nap, then we’ll set off."
The ideal is rich, reality is skinny, oh no, reality is scorching.
Isabella didn’t know how she ended up kissing Harry, but when she realized things were amiss, her clothes had already slipped off, revealing large areas of snow-white skin to the air.
She didn’t feel cold; Harry’s kisses caused her entire body’s heat to continually rise.
"Weren’t we going to sleep?"
"Such a beautiful spring day, it’d be a shame to sleep through it."
Harry’s voice was hoarse, his gaze deep, as he pressed against Isabella, his fingers lingering on her skin, watching her shiver in waves, only then satisfied.
He wanted to give her everything, including this inexplicable joy and delight.
She was so silly, even getting jealous of a bodyguard, he had to let her know how much he loved her.
Is it because he confessed too little, did too little, that she feels so insecure?
He tightly embraced her soft, fragrant body, merging with her, bringing her into a realm of joy, leading her to a moment of ecstasy.
Isabella’s thoughts were somewhat scattered, all of her senses were controlled by the man on her body, she couldn’t help but call out.
At a certain peak moment, she heard Harry whisper in her ear, "Isabella, I love you, love you so much, only you..."