Chapter 379: Chapter 379: Who Is More Miserable?
Harry Hunter grew more and more furious as he thought about it. He swept Isabella Weaver up in his arms, walked to the wall, pressed her against it, and kissed her roughly.
Isabella struggled, trying to push him away, but it was no use!
Her fists pounded against him, but instead of backing off, he kissed her even more fiercely!
Isabella, angered, bit him—bit his lips, bit his tongue—the faint taste of blood swept over her taste buds, yet Harry had no intention of stopping.
Not until her lips were numb, her clothes undone, and her hair a wild mess did he finally stop, gasping for breath.
Isabella had never been treated like this.
He had always held her dearly, afraid she might melt or break, always caring deeply about her feelings.
Suddenly, he was so brutal today, she felt aggrieved and began to cry.
"I don’t like this!"
Harry kissed away her tears, holding her tightly: "Behave, and I won’t do it again."
"I just took Alexander Parker to the airport, didn’t I?"
"Don’t mention him!"
Harry’s voice instantly turned cold.
"Did you change his clothes?"
"Yes, but..."
"No buts. If you dare associate with him again, I’ll castrate him!"
Isabella wiped her face: "You’re too stingy! I just wanted to ask him about Austin Winters and have him apologize to my mom in person!"
"It’s not the first day you know I’m stingy. I just won’t allow you to be with him!"
Harry held her tightly, bending down to kiss her again.
This time much gentler, a tender kiss.
"Isabella, stay away from him, I can’t take it."
His tone softened, his voice gently trembling, as though the person in his arms might slip away at any moment.
Isabella wrapped her arms around his waist, whispering: "Why do you mind him so much? I pushed him around until he vomited today; he’s quite miserable."
"I think I’m quite miserable too."
"Where are you miserable?"
"I feel like I’ve got a bit of a green hat on my head."
"Nonsense!"
Isabella raised her head: "Don’t slander my character! I’m married to you, I would never have a second heart, it’s impossible to turn you green!"
Harry reached out to smooth her tousled long hair, nodding with a hum: "Mm."
"Not angry anymore?"
"Mm."
"Not jealous anymore?"
"Mm."
"Can I go to work at the office tomorrow?"
"No way!"
Harry released her, tidied up her clothes, then turned around and walked out: "Stay at the sanatorium! Keep your mother company!"
Isabella was speechless; he was still angry!
Watching his departing back, she couldn’t help but shout after him: "This sanatorium can’t hold me! I can climb the walls to get out!"
Harry turned back: "Madam, let me remind you, this sanatorium is mine. Top-notch security, you won’t get out, neither will that Parker guy get in, give up!"
Isabella angrily picked up a small stone and threw it at him!
What does he mean by give up!
As if she was going to have a tryst with Alexander Parker!
Never seen someone put a green hat on their own head so forcefully!
"Isabella? Isabella, where are you?"
Cora Ginger looked around confused, with Grace Watt by her side.
Isabella hurriedly tidied her hair and clothes.
"Cora, I’m here!"
She stepped out, and Cora and Grace immediately ran over.
"Young Master Hunter left? Wow, he was so scary just now! Cold, not saying a word, I bet if Aunt Morrison wasn’t here, he would’ve hit someone!"
"Oh, he..."
"Isabella, did you notice? This sanatorium is so big! I almost got lost!"
"Uh, seems like..."
"There’s a hot spring here too! Let’s go for a soak tomorrow; I heard it has skin-whitening and smoothing effects! Amazing!"
Isabella: "..."