novelraw Chapter 436 Fishing and Camping
Chapter 436 Fishing and Camping
Isabella Weaver lifted her head, kissed his lips, and collapsed softly into his arms.Harry Hunter pulled her onto him, letting her stay on top, kissed her for a good while, then carried her to the bathroom for a shower.
Isabella Weaver’s body was soft and weak. She leaned on Harry Hunter, feeling his warmth and heartbeat, and wrapped her arms around his waist.
She spoke with a hint of coquettishness: "You’re not allowed to hire a female bodyguard in the future!"
"Mm, I won’t."
"And you can’t just bring women home randomly!"
"Mm, I won’t."
Harry Hunter rinsed the soap off her, caressed her bare, slender back, then leaned down to gently suck on her fragrant shoulder: "I’ll even change the company’s secretary to a male."
"That’s not necessary. Last time I saw your secretary, she was working very diligently and reacted quickly. She worked well with you. Changing people would require readjustment, and that would be inconvenient."
Isabella Weaver could feel jealous, but not to the extent of being overly jealous.
Secretary Fisher is obviously not the same kind of person as Natalie Niles; she’s very professional.
"Also, all the female mosquitoes and flies at home should be eliminated."
Isabella Weaver burst out laughing: "There aren’t any mosquitoes or flies at home!"
"There are some in the yard."
Harry Hunter chuckled, turned off the shower, dried the water droplets on her body, wrapped her in a large bath towel, and carried her out.
"What time is it? Are we still on time to go fishing?"
"We’re still on time."
Harry Hunter put on the sportswear Isabella Weaver bought for him, dressed her, dried her hair, then held her hand as they went downstairs and carried her to the car.
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Fishing gear, bait, a bucket, folding chairs.
Jackets, hats, sunglasses, blankets, pillows, tents.
Food, drinks, and that big box of fruits he carefully picked for Isabella Weaver.
There was so much stuff that his sports car couldn’t fit it all, so today he drove his other car, the Jeep Wrangler.
Isabella Weaver propped her arm on the car window, watching him continuously load the trunk, stunned: "How come you need so many things just to go fishing?"
Harry Hunter leaned in by the window, gave her a peck: "If the weather is nice tonight, we can camp and have a picnic."
Isabella Weaver’s eyes sparkled; he was so thoughtful!
She had never been camping before!
"Can we lie on the grass and watch the stars?"
"Yes."
Harry Hunter looked up at the sky: "It shouldn’t be cloudy tonight, there will be many stars."
He got in the car, drove out of the villa, and then Connor and Grace Watt followed in Isabella Weaver’s red Range Rover.
Harry Hunter didn’t choose the lake near their villa but directly drove out of the city to the famous Red Rock Lake in A City.
Red Rock Lake is quite large and named after the beautiful red rocks at the lake’s bottom. The surrounding environment is lovely, making it a popular tourist spot in A City.
A warm breeze blew gently, and the roadside trees stretched out their tender green branches, flowers and plants blossomed abundantly, bees and butterflies flitted around, creating a lively scene.
Isabella Weaver’s long hair was blown by the wind, and she extended her hand out of the window, feeling the air on her fingertips, her mood as bright as the clear sky: "This is great! Fishing! Camping!"
Seeing her like a bird out of a cage, Harry Hunter couldn’t help but smile and slowed down the car to let her enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way.
She was usually so mature and composed that he often forgot she was just a nineteen-year-old girl.
"Honey, look, there’s someone selling cotton candy! It’s so pretty!"
Harry Hunter pulled over, got out of the car, quickly bought one for her, and then continued on the road.