novelraw Chapter 440: Does Your Mouth Hurt?
Chapter 440: Does Your Mouth Hurt?
Harry Hunter turned his head to look at her, "What’s wrong?"Isabella Weaver gestured at the distance between them, frowning as she complained, "Why are you sitting so far away from me?"
Harry’s eyes twinkled with amusement, "Haven’t you heard of casting a wide net? If we’re too close, there’s only a small area, and we can’t catch any fish."
"Alright."
Isabella could only withdraw her gaze, popping blueberries into her mouth while watching the fishing float.
There were plenty of fish in Red Rock Lake, and a few minutes later, a greedy fish took the bait.
Isabella was overjoyed, "I caught one! A big fish!"
Harry put down his fishing rod and walked over to help her reel in the fish. Upon seeing it, he burst out laughing, "What big fish? It’s only ten centimeters long, not even enough to get stuck in your teeth!"
"Hmph, that’s still better than not catching anything at all!"
Isabella glared at him, rebaited her hook, and happily continued fishing.
In twenty minutes, she had caught three more fish, feeling very accomplished!
"Oh dear, Mr. Hunter, how come you haven’t caught a single fish? How clumsy!"
Isabella teased Harry about his fishing skills, feeling rather triumphant.
But her laughter soon vanished.
Because Harry began catching fish one after another, quickly filling up half a bucket!
"Why? Did you put a spell on the fish? Why are they all going to your side?" Follow current novels on ????????????????????~????????????????~????????????
"Not really, they’re just dazzled by my handsomeness."
Isabella couldn’t help but laugh out loud; who praises themselves for being handsome with such shamelessness!
Harry placed their two folding chairs side by side and pulled Isabella to sit down, "Let’s fish together."
"Didn’t you just say that if we sit too close, the fishing area becomes small?"
"That was because I didn’t know my wife liked me so much, liked being close to me."
Harry handed his fishing rod to Isabella, simply scooped her onto his lap, wrapped his arm around her waist, leaned back against the chair, and cheerfully said, "Now that you’re sitting on me, is this distance okay? If you still feel it’s far, we can get even closer."
His tone was suggestive, his lips brushing past Isabella’s ear, deliberately blowing warm breath onto it.
Isabella’s face flushed bright red!
She lightly hit him, "Behave, there are a lot of people around!"
Harry caught her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it gently, "Okay."
Isabella glanced at his lips, slightly swollen with the mark from her angry bite earlier in the day, feeling a bit regretful for being too harsh.
"Does it hurt?"
"Hmm? Where?"
Isabella felt a bit embarrassed, "Your lips..."
"My lips don’t hurt."
Harry touched the spot she had bitten, his gaze deepened, "My heart hurts."
Isabella stared at him in a daze, not saying a word.
Harry pinched her cute little nose, "Don’t you trust me, hmm?"
"Earlier today, it almost killed me. Do you know how fast I drove? I couldn’t wait even a minute after hearing you wanted a divorce. I just thought about fetching you and giving you a spanking! Butt’s best swollen!"
"But when I saw you, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I just wanted to take you home and coax you properly."
Isabella lowered her head and quietly said, "You almost crushed my wrist, it really hurt."
Harry pulled her wrist over to take a look. It was white as jade, delicate and beautiful, showing no sign of any marks.
Yet, he didn’t doubt her words, lowering his head to kiss her wrist all over, offering his apology, "It was my fault, I didn’t control my strength properly. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Let me massage it for you."