Chapter 350: Chapter 350: Mr. Hunter Wants Some Rewards
The weather was warm, and the magnolia trees by the roadside bloomed with pale pink flowers, adding a gentle atmosphere to the entire city.
Harry Hunter took Isabella Weaver to the restaurant, where Johan Niles and his sister were already ordering.
"Boss, Connor, over here!"
Johan Niles waved to them, and Connor led Cora Ginger over.
However, Harry Hunter didn’t even look and took Isabella to a private room.
As the door to the private room closed, it instantly shut out the faint chaotic noises outside. The colorful lights from the window were beautiful, and inside was the warm candlelight.
Isabella was surprised, "Did you specially prepare a candlelight dinner?"
"Do you like it?"
"I like it."
Isabella slowly stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Harry Hunter’s waist, and whispered softly, "I like it very much, I’m very happy."
Harry enjoyed her embrace, his voice tinged with slight regret, "But we can’t eat for too long today; we have to return to the hospital in a while."
Director Valley had called numerous times, urging him to return.
Isabella unbuttoned his shirt and looked at the bandaged wound, letting out a breath of relief, "Luckily, it’s not bleeding again. Have you been behaving today?"
Harry chuckled; was she coaxing him like a child?
Even when he was young, no one in the Hunter Family treated him like a child—only Isabella would coax him like this.
He lifted Isabella’s chin and kissed her red lips, his voice deep and sexy, "I’ve been so good, do I get a reward?"
Isabella’s cheeks quickly turned crimson. She hooked her arms around Harry Hunter’s neck, stood on tiptoe, and deeply kissed him.
They only separated when the waiter’s knock sounded.
Isabella, embarrassed and worried the waiter might see her flushed face and shimmering lips, stood by the private room window with her back to the door.
However, Harry was unabashed. As soon as the waiter set the dinner, he immediately ushered him out.
Then, he hugged Isabella from behind, "You haven’t told me what reward you’ll give me."
Isabella turned back, "Why are you being so cheeky? Didn’t I just give you a reward?"
"Did you?"
"Doesn’t it count?"
"It doesn’t count."
Isabella sighed, turned around to hug him, leaning on him and heartbroken, "Then what reward do you want?"
Harry knew she was heartbroken. He smiled and whispered in her ear, "Tonight, let’s try with you on top."
Isabella was utterly flustered!
"What are you talking about? You’re so injured and still thinking about nonsense! Eat quickly!"
She pushed Harry away and sat at the table, her face red from her cheeks to her neck.
Harry sat on the same side as her, holding her hand, looking delighted.
"My arm hurts, I can’t hold the chopsticks, you feed me."
Isabella gritted her teeth, "Is it your arm that’s injured?"
"It’s my chest, but lifting my arm pulls the wound, it hurts."
He used a rather indifferent tone to pretend weakness, but with an extraordinarily bossy demeanor, he pulled Isabella’s waist, "If you don’t feed me, I won’t eat."
Isabella was amused by him.
Is it true that people who are injured or sick become vulnerable?
How did she feel that this strong man was acting spoiled?
He used such a nonchalant tone to act spoiled, only he could do that.
She looked at Harry’s handsome yet pale face, and her heart suddenly ached.
She leaned over and gently kissed his cheek, "Fine, I’ll feed you."
Harry unexpectedly received an extra kiss, and the arc of his lips broadened.
His little wife truly cared for him!
But the next second, Isabella held a piece of food to his lips and turned to him, "Darling, call me brother and let me hear!"