After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 789: Battling Wits and Courage with My Husband

Isabella Weaver flushed slightly: "I’m a bit tired from the flight, you should leave."

"That’s why I can’t leave, you don’t need to move, let me do it."

With ill intent, Harry Hunter gave her a light pat on the butt, stripped her clean, and carried her into the bathtub.

The steam swirled, the lights were gentle, he was very passionate.

Isabella quickly melted into him, becoming one with him, forgetting everything around, drifting with him in the water.

By the time Harry carried her out of the bathroom, she was so soft all over that she had no strength left, her cheeks a rosy red that lingered for a long time.

Harry really liked her in this state, like a tender bud washed by water, blooming with delicate petals, alluring and beautiful.

He wiped the water droplets off her body, and somewhere began to stir again.

Isabella lay softly against him, feeling the change in his body, she bit his chest lightly, threatening him: "Don’t try anything funny, or I’ll cry."

Unfortunately, she was so exhausted from his teasing that her words came out with a soft, coquettish tone, lacking any threat.

Harry wrapped her in a big towel, expertly blow-drying her hair: "No funny business, let’s eat something first."

Isabella was very cautious: "And then?"

"Then sleep."

"Just sleep?"

Harry held back a laugh and asked seriously: "Or what? Do you want to do something else? Sure, as your husband, I should fulfill your needs. Maybe I didn’t perform well enough in the bathroom earlier, so you’re looking forward to what comes next."

Isabella was amused yet annoyed by his shamelessness, giving him a hard punch: "Nonsense! I wasn’t expecting anything! After eating, we’re going straight to sleep!"

"Oh? So you were very satisfied with my performance in the bathroom earlier?"

How should she answer that?

Saying satisfied? Too embarrassing!

Saying unsatisfied? Even more embarrassing!

This was a verbal trap!

Defeated, Isabella buried her face in his chest, refusing to talk to him.

Harry laughed, feeling refreshed as he finished blow-drying Isabella’s hair, then carried her to eat.

The suite’s dining area was already filled with food, and as Isabella smelled the aroma, she finally felt the hunger in her belly and happily started to eat.

While eating, she shared with Harry the interesting anecdotes from the past few days, especially Cherry Lewis working as a cook at the Hunter Family, speaking about it with great delight.

These trivial things, Harry had already heard once from her on video calls, but as she eagerly recounted them again, he listened patiently, occasionally chiming in to tease her, making her laugh.

She has such a big heart, enjoying Cherry Lewis’s cooking so much.

If it were him, he wouldn’t eat something made by a rival, like Alexander Parker’s roast chicken; he’d rather die than eat it.

Harry dined with Isabella, inwardly criticizing Ben Hunter. What was the old man thinking, hiring Cherry as a cook? Wasn’t he afraid she’d poison the food?

Halfway through eating, Isabella suddenly said: "The old lady wants Zoe Lewis to seduce you, be careful when you return to the country. Zoe said she wouldn’t do such a thing, but you never know about a Zoe Thompson or Zoe Lee."

Harry paused for a moment, then replied nonchalantly: "It won’t work whoever tries to seduce me."

He said that and took a sip of porridge, realizing something: "Did Zoe Lewis tell you this? Does she tell you everything? Since when did you two get so close?"

Isabella silently cursed herself for being careless, almost exposing her little secret!

This man is too perceptive!

She shot Harry a forced smile: "I made a new friend, can’t I?"