After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic

Chapter 697: The Young Master’s Image Is the Most Important

The topic inexplicably veered off course, and Isabella Weaver took the chance to giggle and run away before Harry Hunter could change his expression.Harry looked down at his loose shorts and gritted his teeth coldly: "This little girl is getting bolder!"

He washed his face with cold water, didn’t bother wiping off the droplets, and strode downstairs to settle accounts with his little wife.

Isabella was feeding the fish; when she turned her head and saw him approaching with a stern face, she screamed and jumped onto the sofa, running all around the living room.

Harry chased after her, always letting her slip away just when he was about to catch her.

He chased her with ease and calm, while Isabella’s escape was thrilling and adventurous, running up and down without even knowing where she’d lost her shoes until finally, she was pinned onto the sofa by his "claws".

Isabella was practically faint with excitement: "Why isn’t Aunt Hanson here to cook yet!"

"Are you counting on her to save you?"

"No, I’m just hungry and wanted to eat..."

"You want to eat me, I know, come on!"

Harry leaned his face toward her lips.

Isabella pushed his face away, loudly protesting: "Can you let me finish, I want to eat food!"

Her stomach cooperatively growled.

Harry, after all, cared for her. He picked her up and strode into the kitchen: "I’ll cook for you, what do you want to eat?"

"Where’s Aunt Hanson?"

"Something came up for her unexpectedly."

"Aren’t there others? Why didn’t you ask them to come over?"

Harry squeezed her hand, somewhat firmly: "You don’t want to eat what I cook?"

"Yeah, because it’s not good."

Harry’s expression turned a bit darker: "I’ve improved my cooking skills!"

"Alright then, you try cooking. If you don’t burn the pot today, you’ll get full marks!"

"What’s the reward for that?"

Isabella smiled broadly: "No reward."

Harry couldn’t help but shake his head, releasing her hand and focusing on preparing breakfast for her.

Even without a reward, he couldn’t let his little wife go hungry, right?

Even without a reward, he had to do his best.

Isabella saw him busy in the kitchen and offered to tie an apron on him.

Harry refused her without hesitation: "It’s too ugly, it would ruin my image."

"You’re at home, with no one else but me, what image are you worried about!"

"It’s precisely because you’re here that I need an image. My handsomeness is for your eyes only."

Isabella held the apron and laughed: "Young Master, you’d still be handsome wearing an apron!"

"Still not wearing it."

"Not wearing it will stain your clothes."

"How much are clothes even worth?"

Isabella: "..."

Alright then, as long as the Young Master is happy, his handsome personal image is worth more than a few thousand dollar t-shirt.

She went back to the bedroom to get her phone and came down to take pictures and videos of Harry.

Harry turned around: "Why are you recording this?"

Isabella glared at him: "Can’t I keep a memory? It’s rare for my Young Master to cook."

"If you like it, I’ll cook for you every day."

Harry pulled her over and turned off her phone: "Don’t run around, just stay by my side."

"I wasn’t running around, I just went upstairs."

"Stay within my sight."

"Why?"

"No reason, I just want to see you."

Isabella’s heart was struck all of a sudden. This man uses such a cold expression to say such flirty things, doesn’t he realize how deadly charming he is?

She hugged Harry’s waist, and after a while, she said: "Young Master, the way you cook is very handsome."

Harry finally showed a faint smile, pinched her chin: "As long as Young Madam is satisfied, today I didn’t burn the pot, the taste should be good."