Chapter 359: Chapter 359: The Delicate Young Master Hunter
After they left, Harry Hunter took the towel again and carefully wiped Isabella Weaver’s face, neck, and hands.
Finally, he pressed Isabella Weaver against the wall and kissed her for a long time.
He liked her more and more.
Even when she went out for a morning run and he didn’t see her for a while, he missed her.
He looked down at the little woman in his arms, her face flushed, sweet and adorable, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
It was when she was in his arms that he felt happiness.
"When I recover, I’ll run with you. The scenery around our home is better than here, with lakes and lots of flowers. After running, we can head home to shower, have some breakfast, and we could also go fishing. I’ve seen that the fish in the lake have grown quite fat."
Isabella Weaver hugged his waist, pressed her face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, listening to him describe their future life in a low, pleasant voice, she felt so happy she wanted to cry.
In the past nineteen years, she never thought that one day, a man would love her this way, giving her all the tenderness she never imagined.
"Mr. Hunter."
"Hmm?"
"Husband."
"Hmm."
"I want to eat grilled fish."
"Okay, I’ll have Connor buy some."
"No, I want to eat the fish you caught with your own hands, grilled by you."
"Okay."
Harry Hunter indulgently agreed, and she also eagerly anticipated the way their future life would be together, which was wonderful.
He lowered his head again, pressed his lips against hers, and gently kissed her.
Her lips were incredibly soft, with a sweet fragrance, making it impossible for him not to give in. He pried open her teeth and kissed her deeply.
When the kiss ended, Isabella Weaver’s face was once again flushed.
Harry Hunter looked at her long eyelashes, lifted her chin to make her look at him: "Baby, why is your mouth so sweet, did you sneak some pomegranate?"
Isabella Weaver immediately laughed and hit his shoulder with her fist: "What do you mean sneak? I ate it openly!"
"So eager to have my baby?"
"Nonsense! No!" She had merely eaten some pomegranate kernels she peeled before her morning run!
"Hmm? Not willing to have my baby? Are we to leave no descendants?"
"What are you talking about!"
Isabella Weaver stomped on his foot in anger: "Don’t say such awful things!"
"So, will you have my baby or not?"
Isabella Weaver bit her lip and said nothing.
A smile overflowed from Harry Hunter’s eyes, the quieter she was, the more he wanted to tease her: "Will you? Want to have my baby or not? How many do you want to have?"
He kept asking, pushing Isabella Weaver to the brink, forcing her to reply in a small voice: "Yes..."
Harry Hunter immediately grabbed her hand and walked toward the bed, directly pushing her down onto it.
Isabella Weaver laughed and got angry at the same time: "What are you doing?!"
"Didn’t you say you want to? Babies don’t come out of nowhere."
Harry Hunter said as he started to pull down her loose sweatpants.
Isabella Weaver was shocked and grabbed her pants in a hurry: "I didn’t say I want to get pregnant right now! You villain, I won’t have them now!"
Harry Hunter lay on top of her and laughed lowly: "Why did you take it so seriously?"
Isabella Weaver instantly realized: "You were teasing me?"
She kicked Harry Hunter: "Joking around again! Get up, I have to go to work!"
"Your husband is injured, won’t you spend more time with him?"
Harry Hunter clutched his chest: "Oh, it hurts!"
Isabella Weaver was both amused and exasperated: "Who was it just now, full of vigor, talking about having babies?"
"I was faking strength!"
"I think you’re faking weakness!"