"Okay."
Harry Hunter didn't expose her; she never really had many friends. Now that Zoe Lewis was around, it was a good thing regardless.
The night was deep, and Isabella Weaver dared not eat too much. She stopped at sixty percent full, took a tour of the exotic hotel suite, then freshened up and went to sleep.
Finally able to hold him at night, Isabella hummed contentedly and quickly fell asleep.
Harry had intended to do something, but didn't expect her to fall asleep so quickly. He could only smile wryly, kiss her, and hold her in his arms as he fell asleep.
The long flight had exhausted his little wife.
The next morning, Isabella woke up refreshed, giving Harry a loud kiss, "Good morning, Mr. Hunter!"
"Good morning, baby."
Harry pulled her onto himself, gently stroking her cheek. It had only been three days since he saw her, yet she seemed even more beautiful than before.
