After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 821: Little Gift

"Wait a minute, Harry, you’re not having Grace report everything in such detail, are you? Even how many times I go to the bathroom?"

Harry laughed, "Not at all, I don’t have that hobby."

Isabella felt better after being comforted by him. She pushed him away, and dashed downstairs to the car to grab her bag. She pulled out a delicately packaged box and handed it to Harry, who was following her.

"A little gift for you!"

Just as Harry was about to take it, Isabella pulled her hand back and stared at him, "Grace didn’t report what I bought for you, did she?"

"She really didn’t report this."

But when he had taken her phone earlier from her bag, he’d already seen this box.

So this was indeed for him. Turns out she remembered she owed him a gift; he thought she’d forgotten after coming back from France.

"That’s good."

Isabella feared the surprise would be ruined. Upon knowing Grace hadn’t reported it, she cheerfully handed the box over.

Harry took it and saw the packaging was very exquisite, likely Isabella had wrapped it herself. He felt as joyful as if he’d eaten honey.

He untied the ribbon and opened the box.

Inside was a palm-sized wood carving, and it wasn’t anyone else, it was him.

He looked up in surprise, "When did you prepare this?"

Such a detailed carving surely couldn’t have been made in a short time; she must have been preparing it for quite a while.

"Does it look like you?"

Isabella took his arm, her tone light, "I bought a human-shaped tree root. Initially, I thought of just displaying it at home, but it felt too ordinary. So, I bought carving tools and carved you out bit by bit."

She had an exceptional talent for drawing, which made carving much less difficult but still took her a lot of time and effort.

Harry pulled her into his arms and kissed her ear, his voice deep, "It’s a very meaningful gift, I really like it. Did your hand hurt?"

"It didn’t."

Isabella looked up at him, gently touching his handsome, cool face, her voice soft like Gilly’s, "I carved a little bit each day, and when I missed you, I’d carve for a while. The carving process was actually quite joyful."

His image had long been etched in her mind; when she was carving, he filled her thoughts completely, a happiness beyond words.

Harry still felt a bit of concern. He raised her hand to examine it closely, ensuring there was no damage, then kissed it gently at his lips, "No more carving from now on. What if you hurt your hand?"

She does design work, often needing to draw very detailed sketches; her hands are precious.

The injury on her palm had taken a long time to heal, with countless rehabilitation exercises before her fingers regained their original dexterity.

If she got hurt because of him, he would be heartbroken.

Seeing how much her man treasured her hands, Isabella’s heart brimmed over bit by bit. Yet after a while, she said somewhat worriedly, "Honey, your birthday is coming soon. What should I give you? I’ve been wrecking my brain these days but still can’t think of a worthy gift."

Harry chuckled softly. At times like this, she finally showed a bit of the little girl in love.

"You’ve already given it. This wood carving is great. No need for another birthday gift."

"That just won’t do, I must get you something."

Isabella firmly disagreed. He’s someone who values ceremony greatly. It’s his first birthday since they met, and she must make it unforgettable and meaningful.