CHAPTER 220: CHAPTER 220: DIGGING A PIT FOR THE LITTLE WIFE

Harry Hunter could completely understand her feelings. He parked the car by the roadside, hugged her, and whispered, "Open it and take a look."

Isabella Weaver was a little excited and tried several times before finally opening the box.

An entire set of gemstone jewelry was revealed before her.

The simple, classic style, shiny as new rubies, beautiful and luxurious.

This design was probably from twenty years ago, but it didn’t feel outdated; this retro style has become popular again in recent years.

Isabella Weaver picked up a flower-shaped ruby earring, her eyes slightly red, and handed it to Harry Hunter: "Help me put it on."

Harry Hunter took it, put it on for her, then picked up the other one and also put it on her ear.

Isabella Weaver hurried to look in the mirror.

"Very beautiful, suits you well."

Harry Hunter gently tucked her loose hair behind her ear, examining her carefully: "Rubies suit you."

Isabella Weaver touched the earrings, tears falling as she hugged Harry Hunter, "Thank you!"

Harry Hunter patted her back, speaking softly, "Thank you for what? It’s always been yours; I just brought it back for you."

"If I had gone to get it myself, it definitely wouldn’t have been this easy. Did he give you any trouble?"

"It’s good enough that I didn’t give him trouble!"

Harry Hunter’s expression was indifferent. Christopher Weaver was just a bully, afraid of the strong while picking on the weak. No matter how dissatisfied he might be inside, he didn’t dare show it.

He brought Isabella Weaver home, and even during lunch, she was still holding onto the box, fascinated by the jewelry set.

The jewelry her mother left her included other pieces: a bracelet, anklet, necklace, earrings, and a ring.

All in a simple, classic style, actually more suitable for someone a bit older to wear.

But Isabella Weaver tried them all on and thought they all looked great.

Her mother really was an outstanding designer, having created something so stylish and beautiful nineteen years ago.

The quality of the rubies was excellent; such a set must be quite expensive.

As a chief designer, Isabella Weaver thought her mother must have been wealthy, but until now, she hadn’t seen a cent belonging to her mother; all her mother’s things had been taken by Christopher Weaver.

Seeing her continuously looking at the jewelry, Harry Hunter said, "Shall I help you put them all on?"

"No need, wearing the earrings is enough for now."

Isabella Weaver couldn’t bear to wear everything at once. She put the others away, shook her head to feel the weight of the ruby earrings swinging, and smiled: "Let’s eat! I’m going to eat two bowls of rice today!"

Harry Hunter watched her rare childish side, his heart melting into a puddle.

She, like him, lacked motherly love since childhood, living too harshly, maturing too early, unlike a nineteen-year-old girl.

Sitting at the dining table, Harry Hunter fed her more tenderly than usual, chatting with her casually.

"Did classes go smoothly today?"

"Smooth!" Isabella Weaver felt a bit guilty, afraid to admit that Alexander Parker had approached her, fearing Harry Hunter might lose his temper.

"Does your hand still hurt?"

"A little, much better now." Isabella Weaver breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t question her about class — what a relief!

"Anything interesting happening at school?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Bringing a blind cousin to class doesn’t count as interesting?"

Isabella Weaver: "..."

So he knew!

She thought this was just a chat, but it turned out he was probing her! She really was too naive!

"Let me explain!"

"Okay, I’m listening!" Harry Hunter said, still feeding food to Isabella Weaver’s mouth: "The roast pigeon today is not bad, have a little more."