CHAPTER 108: CHAPTER 108 FIRST KISS

Harry Hunter’s tone was indifferent: "Why do you think it was me?"

"My cousin said it was you."

Harry’s expression finally changed, his gaze icy: "You believe whatever he says?"

He suddenly grabbed Isabella Weaver’s wrist: "Get in the car, we’re going home! Unless I give you a lesson, you won’t know who your husband really is!"

Isabella had never seen him so angry before. Instinctively, she felt he was dangerous and struggled, refusing to go.

Harry directly picked her up and stuffed her into the car, then sat in the driver’s seat with a cold expression and sped off like a rocket.

Isabella watched the scenery on the street quickly fade into a blur, her face turning a bit pale: "You’re driving too fast!"

Was he out of his mind?

Isabella assumed that in his fit of rage he wouldn’t heed her protest, but unexpectedly, he actually slowed down the car.

The book said that the most terrifying people in the world are not those who shout the loudest, but those who can rationally control everything, even in anger.

Isabella thought at that moment that Harry was just such a person.

She never knew someone could control their emotions to such an extent!

Harry took her to his villa. He gave her no chance to escape, carried her out of the car, carried her into the living room, carried her upstairs to the bedroom, and then pinned her beneath him.

Cold kisses fell on her cheeks, and Isabella frantically and fearfully pushed him: "Harry!"

"Hmm."

Harry responded indifferently, yanked off his tie, and slipped his hand under Isabella’s clothes, touching her warm skin.

Isabella shuddered violently, hurriedly pressing down on his hand: "I believe you! Isn’t it enough that I believe you? Calm down, we’re just in an agreement marriage!"

Harry’s fingers gently slid over her delicate skin, his voice low: "I’m not being reckless."

In truth, Isabella also thought that his expression didn’t seem reckless at all; he appeared as if even his breathing and heartbeat hadn’t changed.

Yet everything was spiraling out of control, and she could only conclude it was because he was not being calm. It couldn’t possibly be her who was losing control, could it?

His fingers caressed her waist, back and forth, and Isabella, never having experienced this before, turned red and white alternately, on the verge of losing her composure!

"If you were calm, you wouldn’t do such things, Harry! What are you doing?"

"I’m just doing what should be done with my newlywed wife."

Harry looked at Isabella deeply, his tone incredibly calm: "This is something we’ve never done, and my wife seems to always forget about having a husband like me, trusting others’ nonsense and not believing in me."

"I believe, I believe! I believe!" Isabella hurriedly assured him, on the brink of losing her sanity. How could she have known that an unintentional remark would set him off?

"Words alone are no proof."

"Then what should I do?"

"Kiss me."

"What?!"

Harry’s fingers under her clothing started to move upward: "Will you kiss or not?"

Isabella’s whole body was burning, her heart pounding.

Forced into a corner, she had no choice but to slightly lift her upper body, pressing her lips to Harry’s cheek with a brief kiss.

Harry took advantage and was still not satisfied: "That doesn’t count."

He pointed at his lips: "Kiss here."

Isabella turned her head to the side, refusing.

Harry suddenly said in a very soft voice: "The first kiss should be initiated by me."

He pinched Isabella’s chin and slowly kissed her.