CHAPTER 243: CHAPTER 243: SLEEP WITH HIM!

Isabella Weaver still didn’t believe it: "Impossible!"

Harry Hunter tightly held the small woman in his arms, his voice slightly hoarse: "Since you want to know, I’ll tell you. What I do is not on the same level as Alexander Parker, and besides, he is uncontrollably sick. I am different; I am calculating and planned in eliminating opponents with no consequences, leaving no evidence."

The madness of Alexander Parker is out in the open for everyone to see.

But his battlefield is without smoke or trace; it’s bloodless killing.

"I don’t want you to see my other side, Isabella."

Harry’s eyes darkened; she had just seen Alexander Parker’s brutal side and refused to marry, so if she knew he was even more brutal, could she remain by his side?

"So the whole world knows about you and Cherry Lewis getting married, and yet I’m kept in the dark? How many sides do you have?"

"Many sides."

"So what I see of you is just what you want me to see? It’s all fake?"

"Everything is real."

"I don’t believe you anymore."

Isabella pushed him away forcefully: "You go. I’ve already signed the divorce papers, you can get them from Cherry Lewis. I saved you, you saved me—we owe each other nothing, it’s even."

"I remember, you said you loved me on the helicopter."

"You misheard."

Isabella’s expression was calm, without anger or sadness, as serene as a tranquil lake.

Harry had seen her in this state once before.

That was the first time he saw her; she had caught her boyfriend having car sex with her best friend, and at that time, she was just like now, not crying or causing a scene, calm to the point of indifference.

The situation he feared most had occurred.

Harry sighed lightly: "I’ll arrange for you to live elsewhere; the conditions here are poor and not conducive to your recovery and creativity."

"No need, it’s fine here."

"Then come with me to the hospital, have the doctor check your hand again."

"No need, my hand is fine."

Harry suddenly got angry: "Fine? Which idiot bandaged you? They don’t even know how to use a gauze! Your hand is still swollen!"

The "idiot," Cora Ginger, appeared at the door, weakly saying: "Sorry, I did the bandaging."

Worried about Isabella, she hurried back to check on her, not expecting to be called an "idiot" right as she entered.

Harry ignored her, carrying Isabella horizontally and walking briskly outside.

Isabella struggled: "Let me go! I’m not going with you!"

"Shut up! I’m in charge now! You keep fussing, we’ll be a real couple right now! Right here in the car!"

Harry was furious, his face chillingly scary, and Isabella indeed didn’t dare move.

She had serious trauma from car sex, afraid Harry would actually do something in the car.

Harry had just mentioned he has a dark side; she didn’t dare provoke him randomly, or if he explodes like Alexander Parker, wouldn’t she be digging her own grave?

Cora sprinted after them, seeing Harry about to put Isabella into the passenger seat, she eagerly helped Harry open the car door, and after he placed her inside, she promptly closed the door.

Seizing the moment as Harry moved to the driver’s seat, she desperately signaled Isabella with her eyes, silently mouthing: "Sleep with him! Don’t let Cherry Lewis off easily!"

Isabella was fuming with anger, but seeing Cora’s mouthing nearly made her burst into laughter.

How does that calculate right? If she sleeps with Harry, who’s actually benefiting here!