CHAPTER 244: CHAPTER 244: YOU ARE MY 1 AND ONLY

The luxury sports car drove away, but Cora Ginger was still standing there, infatuated.

"So handsome! So powerful! I just love this kind of fierceness, and the best part is, he’s from a distinguished family. Why isn’t there anyone like that intensely chasing after me?"

"I can’t do this, I have to learn more from Isabella later, I’m definitely talking too much, annoying people! I need to be a cold and aloof ice queen, yes, aloof!"

"Oh no, this is bad, I’m an hour late for work today, the boss is going to dock my pay again! Taxi!"

...

When Isabella Weaver arrived at the hospital, the doctor was already waiting there.

After a few checks and sensitivity tests, the doctor began disinfecting, cleaning, applying medicine, and bandaging her.

"Don’t be afraid of the pain, you can start rehabilitation training soon. Every day you need to move your fingers, your nerves are slowly recovering. You’re very young and in good shape, so there’s a great hope for full recovery."

Isabella Weaver was somewhat excited, "Really?"

"Of course!"

The doctor assured her, "Even if there is partial nerve damage, it can be repaired later through surgery. Right now is the best recovery period, so you must protect your hand well. You haven’t been using the medicine properly for the past few days, have you? It’s all inflamed."

"I will definitely take good care of it!"

Her hands were her life!

To make it easier for her fingers to move, the doctor separated and bandaged her entire hand, and prescribed oral medication, then left.

Harry Hunter had been with her the whole time, and as soon as the doctor left, he lifted Isabella Weaver onto his lap.

He rested his head in Isabella Weaver’s neck hollow and asked her softly, "Does your hand still hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt."

"Are you still mad at me?"

"I’m not mad."

"So are you still planning to leave?"

"Yes."

Harry Hunter knew her saying she’s not mad was fake. He hugged her waist and kissed her neck, "You can leave, but next time you must tell me. If you suddenly disappear, I would want to kill someone!"

Isabella Weaver trembled, "Who would you want to kill?"

"Alexander Parker!"

"No way!"

"If he hadn’t come to talk nonsense, you wouldn’t have left."

"If he hadn’t come to babble at me, I would still be deceived by you by now! Maybe one day Cherry Lewis would have had a child, and I’d still think I was your only one!"

"You are my only one, don’t overthink it. I have never touched Cherry Lewis, her having a child has nothing to do with me."

Harry Hunter had always liked Isabella Weaver’s name, as if it was destiny; she was the only one.

Isabella Weaver suddenly thought of her mother, Shiely Morrison.

Back then, was Shiely Morrison also deceived like this by Christopher Weaver?

Later when Christopher Weaver couldn’t hide it anymore and Shiely Morrison had no use, did he straightforwardly...

Isabella Weaver didn’t dare to think further!

She suddenly struggled hard, "Let go of me, I want to leave! We’re divorced!"

Harry Hunter pinned her down and kissed her.

It was the first time he kissed her so roughly, his hand slipped into her sweatshirt, teasing without any hesitation.

Isabella Weaver was both shocked and angry, shouting amidst the panting, "Harry Hunter, you’re crazy!"

"Hmm."

Harry Hunter grunted an acknowledgement, pried open her pearly teeth again, and relentlessly absorbed, as if she was an ambrosia brew he couldn’t get enough of.

Isabella Weaver hit him with her good left hand and bit him, yet he wouldn’t let go.

The taste of blood spread between their lips and teeth, not her blood, but his.

Only after a long while did Harry Hunter finally stop.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with obvious desire, and his hand still moved back and forth under Isabella Weaver’s sweatshirt.