novelraw Chapter 704 Romantic Things
Chapter 704 Romantic Things
The boss was intimidated by the aura of the man and dared not look at Isabella again, pocketed the money, and sat back down on the stool.Isabella couldn’t feel the killing aura from her man; he always wore a cold face, rarely showing his emotions.
She remained happy, enthusiastically browsing the market.
Harry Hunter had already given the parrot and bird feed to Connor, who had been following behind them, to put in the car.
The flower and bird market was filled with countless flowers, and Harry Hunter had his eye on one stall’s roses, wanting to buy a large bouquet for Isabella.
"No, I just want one."
Isabella picked a half-bloomed rose, sniffed it, her smile radiant: "One is enough, too many and I can’t carry them."
"I’ll carry them for you."
"No, that’s not fun. The flower feels better when you hold it yourself."
Harry Hunter no longer insisted, buying one as she wished, and held her hand as they slowly wandered through the sea of flowers.
Many people turned to look at her, with a hundred percent turnaround rate.
Harry Hunter tightened his grip on her hand, as he disliked others staring at Isabella. Her beauty was undeniable; even dressed simply, she stood out in the crowd.
Isabella was immersed in the happiness of receiving the rose from Harry Hunter, completely unaware of others’ gazes.
Despite the crowd, she still tiptoed and gave Harry Hunter a quick kiss.
Harry Hunter paused for a moment, tightening his grip on her hand.
"Happy?"
"Happy!"
"Do you like it?"
"I like it!"
"I didn’t even say what you like, and you answered?"
"Isn’t it the flower?"
"No, it’s me."
Isabella raised the rose, smiling: "Then I like it even more. How could a rose compare to you?"
Harry Hunter was delighted by her words, leaned down to give her a kiss, his love evident: "Good girl. Are you tired from walking? Do you want me to carry you?"
"I’m not tired."
"Hmm, let me know if you get tired."
A not-so-distant flower-selling girl stared at the couple, suddenly starting to cry aggrievedly at a middle-aged woman from the flower shop:
"Mom, I don’t want to sell flowers anymore! I want a boyfriend! I’ve sold so many roses, but no one has ever given me a rose! And I have to put up with all this dog food! I’m so miserable, boohoo~"
The girl cried loudly, causing surrounding people to burst into laughter, even her mother was amused.
Someone chimed in: "Hey, give me a bouquet of roses, I’m giving them to my girlfriend, are you selling?"
The girl wiped her tears: "Oh, ten yuan for one."
"Didn’t you say you’re not selling flowers anymore?"
"Still got to sell, money still needs to be earned, are you buying or not?"
The boy chuckled: "Of course I’m buying, just this bouquet."
He paid, took the flowers, then handed them to her: "Look, I’m giving them to you, don’t cry anymore!"
The girl was stunned for a while, then screamed: "Mom, look, I have a boyfriend now!"
This scene was indeed dramatic and romantic, causing laughter, applause, and chants of "together," a lively affair.
Isabella leaned against Harry Hunter, softly saying: "That’s wonderful."
Harry Hunter was cold-blooded, feeling nothing for such scenes, but immensely enjoying his little wife’s reliance on him.
He half-hugged, half-carried her slowly walking away: "My marriage proposal back then wasn’t grand enough, baby, how about I propose again? Find a crowded place, let everyone know we’re in love, what do you think?"
"No, I don’t like being surrounded by a crowd."
Moreover, they were already married, why should he propose again?
Isabella recalled his surprise proposal back then, her smile exuding sweetness: "I think it was just perfect, I’ll never forget it."