After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic

Chapter 640: The Diligent Little Bee Isabella

T City.Four o’clock in the afternoon.

Harry Hunter’s work was nearing its end today.

He had secured another billion-dollar order for the Star Region Group.

He accepted the invitation to the opponent’s banquet, without saying much else, leaving Secretary Fisher and two vice presidents from Star Region to discuss all the details with the other party, and had David drive him away.

Isabella Weaver was still waiting for him.

On this business trip to T City, Harry Hunter didn’t stay in a hotel, instead, he stayed at a guesthouse chosen by Isabella Weaver.

She had a special liking for guesthouses, especially those with unique design styles.

If Isabella were staying by herself, she might choose an ordinary one, costing just a few hundred bucks a night, but since Harry was with her, she didn’t want to compromise his comfort and picked a high-end one—for sixty thousand dollars a night.

Of course, it was Harry swiping the card, her personal little treasure trove wouldn’t lose a penny.

This guesthouse was a large estate, not only with a beautiful outdoor pool and indoor gym but also a court, orchard, and artificial waterfall.

Since Harry left in the morning, Isabella had been exploring, and by the time he returned, she still hadn’t covered the whole estate.

When Harry saw his little wife, she was dressed like the orchard workers, with a headscarf for shade, wearing handmade straw sandals by someone, a striking peony blouse, paired with lantern pants, carrying a small basket, diligently picking fruit.

Upon seeing him, she joyfully ran over: "Look, hubby, I picked cherries! And grapes! And mulberries!"

Harry looked at her sun-kissed little face, and the joy of her harvest, deeply regretting not being able to accompany her today for fruit picking—a time he should have spent by her side.

He pulled her into his embrace, lowered his head to gently nibble on her tender lips, gradually deepening the kiss, tasting a sweet fruity aroma.

Her white teeth and pink tongue were stained purple, and Harry held her asking: "How many mulberries did you eat, hmm?"

Isabella lifted her face, smiling brightly: "Half a pound!"

"And what else?"

"Maybe another half pound of cherries."

"And what else?"

"Maybe another half pound of grapes."

"And what else?"

"One peach and a few sweet apricots!"

Harry chuckled, taking her small basket from her, patting her stomach: "So can you still eat dinner tonight?"

Isabella slipped her arm through his, picking a large cherry, red and purple, and brought it to his lips: "Then I won’t eat, I’ve been gaining weight lately, perfect time for a diet."

Harry opened his mouth to eat the cherry, not noticing Isabella gaining weight: "No need to diet, I finally got you to gain a little... these cherries are quite good..." Should he buy a tree from here to plant at home?

Isabella raised her chin: "That’s because I picked the best ones, the rest are not as sweet as these."

Harry chuckled softly: "Mm, the cherries resemble their owner, they’re sweet because you’re sweet."

Isabella handed him mulberries, then showed her hands: "I got a lot of mulberry juice on me, my hands are all purple and won’t wash off, what should I do?"

Harry thought her slender fingers looked beautiful even stained: "No worries, it will gradually wash off, in a few days it’ll be gone."

"How was work today? Went well?"

"Smoothly, your husband’s negotiation skills are top-notch, no one can beat me."

Harry saw her tiny feet slightly red from the straw sandals, and softly asked: "Are you tired?"

"Not bad, just walked too much, my legs are a bit sore."

Harry lowered his head to kiss her, then squatted down in front of her: "Hop on, I’ll carry you."