novelraw Chapter 441: Young Master Hunter Sings
Chapter 441: Young Master Hunter Sings
Her wrist was kissed and then gently kneaded, Isabella Weaver only felt she was cradled in his palm, showered with affection.A surge of unspeakable emotion rose in her heart, and she couldn’t help but hug Harry Hunter’s waist, leaning up to kiss him: "I was wrong too. You can punish me if you like..."
Harry took the fishing rod from her hand, stuck it into the grass, and embraced Isabella in a more intimate hug: "Good girl, you even know to admit your faults."
As for punishing her, well, tonight she has to be punished!
Their fishing was quite half-hearted, and Harry even forgot to put bait on his hook. When he pulled it up after a while, he realized he was acting like an old fool.
The sky gradually darkened, most people had gone home, only a few stayed to camp.
It was not yet the peak tourist season, so there were few people around.
Harry picked a very nice spot to pitch a tent with Connor.
Isabella released the small fish they caught back into the lake, keeping only a few large ones to grill and eat.
Grace Watt gathered a lot of firewood and lit a campfire. The most update n0vels are published on ????????????????????⁂????????????????⁂????????????
She also took out two chickens that had been kept cold with ice from the car, expertly wrapped them in foil, coated them with mud, and with a smile said to Isabella, "Young Madam, tonight we can also have beggar’s chicken!"
Squatting next to her with a bucket of water, Isabella was pleasantly surprised, "You can even bake beggar’s chicken?"
Harry and Connor came over after setting up the tent.
Connor beamed, "Young Madam, Grace really has good skills in this area! She’s not very clever, but her hands are deft."
Grace didn’t argue; she agreed she wasn’t that smart.
She hadn’t relaxed like this in a long time and was very happy to have the chance to go camping with Isabella!
She finished preparing the beggar’s chicken and took the bucket to clean the fish.
Harry laid down blankets and pulled Isabella to sit by the campfire, calling to Connor, "Perform something for the Young Madam!"
Connor was taken aback, "Perform? Like breaking a rock on my chest?"
"Can’t you perform something gentle? What if you scare Isabella with something so rough!"
"Young Master, aren’t you making things hard for me? Do you see anything about me that’s gentle?"
"You could sing a song."
"I’m tone-deaf, Young Master. My singing is terrible, are you sure you want to hear it?"
Harry turned to Isabella, "Do you want to hear it?"
Isabella couldn’t stop laughing, "Of course, we want to hear it, sing away, Connor!"
Seeing both of them were up for it, Connor decided he might as well let go of his pride and started singing.
Moments later, Harry and Isabella found themselves petrified by his singing.
As expected, he was tone-deaf!
Not a single note was on pitch!
Grace walked back with the cleaned fish, covering her ears after putting down the bucket, "Connor, if you keep singing, all the fish in the lake will die!"
Connor chuckled, "I told you I sing badly. Why don’t you sing for everyone instead?"
Grace quickly shook her head, "I can’t either!"
Isabella laughed, "Honey, why don’t you sing! I’ve never heard you sing before!"
Seeing her face full of anticipation, Harry didn’t want to disappoint her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, cleared his throat, and started to sing.
His voice was deep and mellow like the sound of a cello, transitioning smoothly through highs and lows. Under the night sky by the lake, it was as intoxicating as a heavenly melody.
Isabella was astonished!
He could sing so beautifully!
Not having him sing before was such a huge loss!
With his handsome and perfect face, coupled with such a stunning voice, he could debut right away!
After the song ended, Isabella was the first to applaud, like a little fan, eyes sparkling, "That was amazing! You’re incredible!"