After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 832: She Will Always Be His Little Girl

"No, isn’t it still quite flat?"

"Yes, feel it for yourself."

Harry Hunter reached out and touched it. It was indeed a bit rounded. He said nonchalantly, "Maybe it’s our son inside, that’s why it’s rounded."

Isabella Weaver burst into laughter. He really knew how to comfort someone!

Even if she’s pregnant, it couldn’t be that noticeable now.

She rested her head on Harry Hunter’s arm, hugged his waist, felt the mountain breeze, and listened to David and the others laughing a few meters away, thinking she was living an idyllic life.

She kissed Harry Hunter’s chin, and asked him quietly, "So, do you prefer a son?"

She thought Harry Hunter would appease her by saying "I like them both," but he replied without hesitation, "I don’t like either. Why have kids? They’re all troublesome."

"Not at all. I think babies are cute, adorable, and chubby."

Harry Hunter couldn’t see anything cute about children. He was born cold-blooded; no cute creature could evoke his affection.

But Isabella Weaver liked them, so he went along with her: "Do you prefer a son or a daughter?"

"I like both. Let’s have two, one son and one daughter. What do you think?"

"Not afraid of pain?"

"I am, but isn’t there painless childbirth now? It shouldn’t be too much trouble, right?"

"Hmm."

Harry Hunter smoothed her wind-blown hair without dampening her spirit.

Painless childbirth wasn’t completely painless. He had already researched it, read countless similar news stories, even consulted Johan Niles, and knew childbirth remained painful and risky.

But since she liked children so much, he decided to fulfill her little wish, providing the best medical environment to minimize her pain and risk.

She was only nineteen.

He always treated her like a little girl, spoiled her.

He was forever seven years older than her. No matter how much time passes, no matter how many children she has, she’d always be his little girl.

His little girl was a bit tired, so he gently patted her back, gave her a kiss, and held her close, letting her rest peacefully.

A few meters away, Zoe Lewis lay on the grass, hands propped under her chin, watching Harry Hunter tenderly coax Isabella Weaver into a nap, and couldn’t help but whisper admiration, "Young Master Hunter is such a good husband, just like in the news, a doting wife enthusiast."

Given how well the young couple got along, it’s puzzling why Old Madam Hunter wanted to break them up.

What was wrong with Isabella?

She’s so beautiful, has a great personality, is smart and diligent, and so young yet successfully runs a jewelry company, becoming an outstanding representative of A City’s youth.

Why wouldn’t the old lady see her favorably?

All because of Cherry Lewis, who constantly spoke ill of Isabella in front of the old lady, making her disgusted whenever Isabella’s name was mentioned.

Grace Watt and the others were used to their Young Master’s various ways of indulging his wife: "That’s nothing. You don’t know, last night in the car, Young Madam fell asleep, Young Master feared waking her, had us quietly leave the car. His arm was stiff, but he insisted on holding Young Madam until she woke naturally, refusing to wake her."

"Yeah, since getting married, Young Master never works late. No matter how urgent, he postpones it so he can leave on time to pick her up by Moonlight. He never makes Young Madam wait, it’s always him waiting for her."