After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic

Isabella had a gut feeling that she had angered him, but what was there for him to be angry about? Clearly, she was the one who should be upset!

On what grounds was he so furious!

But after waiting for quite a while, she didn’t see him make any further moves, his brows and eyes cold without a trace of warmth.

She didn’t know how long it had been until she finally heard him let out a low sigh.

"Isabella, are you an idiot?"

"You’re the idiot!"

"Do you not know how much I love you? A three-day conference, and I only attended one day. I rushed back today because I missed you to death, so how could you ask if I don’t like you?"

"But you don’t want to have children with me!"

"I do."

Harry Hunter spoke in a low, tender voice as he hugged her.

He had been furious just now, but because it was her, he managed to control himself, not wanting to treat her harshly in a moment of anger between them.

"I just think you’re still young..."

"I’m not young anymore!"

The topic seemed to repeat the same old curse. Every time they talked about children, it was the same cycle.

But this time, Harry was nearly driven mad by the old lady’s "laying eggs" theory, and he wouldn’t allow Isabella to suffer such grievances again!

"Alright, if you like kids, then we’ll have them."

Harry’s voice softened, wanting to make up for the grievances and trauma she suffered today.

Her forehead was red and swollen, shocking too see, and there were tiny scratches on her cheeks, which had been soaked white from bathing.

Harry’s heart ached, and he treated her with increasing tenderness.

"Baby, does it hurt?"

She only realized she’d misunderstood when she saw his gaze fall on her forehead!

Harry touched her flat belly, lowered his head, and kissed the jade-like skin, thinking of her nurturing a life belonging to them both. His love for her overflowed instantly, wanting to cherish and care for her forever.

He glanced at Isabella’s forehead, clenched his fist, got up from the bed, took a shower, changed clothes, and went down to the living room.

David and Grace Watt completed the tasks he had assigned. They entered one after the other: "Young Master."

Harry glanced at Grace Watt. She had showered, and there were still water droplets in her short hair. The foul-smelling fertilizer was washed away, but the scars on her face and arms couldn’t be washed away, reminding Harry of how brutal and deranged the women’s fight had been.

Before he could speak, Grace Watt stepped forward, face white, dropped to one knee, and bowed her head very low: "I failed to protect the Young Madam, please punish me!"

Harry did want to punish her, but not because of inadequate protection. He spoke coldly: "The Young Madam was summoned to the Hunter Family, why didn’t you report it? Have you thought about the consequences if I hadn’t rushed back today? Are you trying to lose your job as a bodyguard?!"