"I'm not short of money, it's just that my car got smashed and dirtied, and I'm holding a grudge. I wanted to make it difficult for you."
Isabella Weaver jumped up: "Ah, so now you admit you did it on purpose to trouble me!"
Harry Hunter chuckled lightly: "If I didn't trouble you, we wouldn't have had any interactions, right? I find you aesthetically pleasing, with a cool and aloof personality that doesn't seem clingy, you like money but have a lot of pride. When the old man was faking illness to pressure me into marriage, I immediately thought of a fake marriage with you."
Moreover, to be precise, Isabella Weaver was the first to kiss him.
He was surprised to find he didn't feel repulsed, and actually kind of liked it, so he decided not to let go.
Isabella Weaver wrapped her arm around his, resting her head on his shoulder, walking slowly with him, listening to him talk about his thoughts when they first met, finding everything he said sweet.
