After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 839: President Hunter Neglects His Duties

After a weekend passed, Monday morning, office workers began their new busy week again.

Holding a tablet and a stack of documents, Harris knocked on the door and entered Harry Hunter’s office.

And what he saw was his boss not doing any real work; a pile of roots was spread over the expensive mahogany desk, and he was concentrating on carving something.

"President, the overseas market research report is out, and related project approvals need your review."

"Let Deputy President Harris take a look, I’m busy."

"The real estate cooperation project in T City is facing financial difficulties. Should we add additional investments, please approve."

"Ask Deputy President Lee for approval, I’m very busy."

"There’s an international trade symposium this afternoon, hosted by the state, it’s very important, you see..."

"Let Deputy President Cruz go, I haven’t finished carving these roots."

Harris: "..."

President, are you planning to change careers to become a wood sculptor?

Harry didn’t even glance at him, focused on his tussle with the roots.

It wasn’t until he tried carving out a character himself that he realized how difficult it was!

He wondered how long Isabella Weaver spent and how much effort she put into carving a small figure of him.

This gesture of affection was truly weighty and meaningful.

Harry put down the roots and picked up his cell phone, sending Isabella a text message.

Isabella was hosting the Monday morning high-level meeting and instinctively glanced at her phone upon hearing its vibration.

"Baby, I love you."

Sender: Harry Hunter.

Isabella’s lips unwittingly curved upwards.

Seriously, it hasn’t even been an hour since they parted, and he’s already missing her? Actually sending a love message.

She placed her phone face down on the table and continued the meeting, assigning tasks for the week.

Harry waited and waited, but after half an hour, there was still no reply from Isabella, feeling quite discontent.

However, he knew Isabella always had meetings on Mondays; even if upset, he refrained from calling her.

Yet, he waited until noon, and there was still no word from Isabella.

Unable to bear it any longer, Harry called her: "Why haven’t you replied to my message?"

Only then did Isabella remember, she had been so busy she forgot about the love text.

She felt somewhat helpless; even the most mature and rational person could sometimes act childishly. He probably spent the whole morning waiting for her reply.

Ignoring the secretary still present, she softly spoke into the phone: "I love you too, hubby."

Her tender voice went through the phone reaching Harry’s ears, as if she was murmuring in his ear, dispelling all his agitation. His fierce persona diminished, and his cold voice turned into a gentle reply: "Alright, have a good lunch, no dieting."

"Got it!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Isabella responded cheerfully, feeling apologetic for not replying to him sooner, and chatted with him while hugging her phone.

"What were you busy with this morning? Tired?"

"Work, a bit tired, my hand hurts."

Harry’s tone was calm and matter-of-fact, which was truly awe-inspiring to Harris beside him.

See, the president’s mental fortitude is so strong!

Clearly, he spent the entire morning fiddling with a root, yet calmly responded "work"!

No wonder his hand hurt, he hadn’t put the carving knife down.

Of course, Isabella didn’t know Harris was carving. She thought he’d been signing documents all morning and felt a pang of sympathy: "Rest well at noon, in the evening when you’re home, I’ll give you a hand and back massage."

Feeling cared for felt great, and Harry was thoroughly satisfied.

He used to never be able to tell anyone he was tired. If he told the old man he was tired, he would definitely get scolded.

Now he could share freely with Isabella, hmm, having a sweet wife was pure bliss!