CHAPTER 337: CHAPTER 337: YOUNG MASTER HUNTER’S GHOST STORY

Harry Hunter withdrew his hand, his face expressionless, but inside, he cursed Alexander Parker dozens of times!

He never had the heart to hurt Isabella Weaver even in the slightest. If he kissed her too hard and she said it hurt, he would restrain himself. She was very pampered, his little spoiled girl who he always indulged, yet she was bitten like this by Alexander Parker!

Suppressing his anger, he saw the medicine in the IV was almost finished, so he directly pulled out the needle and patted the empty spot beside him: "Come over here, sleep with me."

Isabella obediently climbed up and laid down beside him.

"Why are you lying so far away? Come closer."

Isabella moved a bit closer to him, but still kept a few centimeters distance.

Harry laughed in frustration: "Are you becoming distant from me? Don’t you want to be near me?"

"No."

"Then why?"

"I feel guilty."

"What guilt do you have?"

Isabella touched her neck, looking dejected and forlorn: "I was bitten by someone."

Harry couldn’t hold back anymore, he pulled her into his arms tightly, whispering: "How can that be your guilt, it’s obviously someone else’s fault. Don’t punish yourself for others’ mistakes, Isabella, I feel for you."

Isabella nestled in his arms without speaking for a long time.

By the time Harry’s arms went numb from holding her, he looked down to see she had fallen asleep at some point.

Harry kissed her smooth, fair forehead, sighing softly.

Was she exhausted?

He had been unconscious and didn’t know how she managed to endure everything on her own.

With the matters of the Weaver Family, the Hunter Family, and even the Lewis Family, all weighing on her shoulders, her resilience was beyond his expectations.

Harry gently patted her back, even though she was asleep, he continued to coax her like a child: "My Isabella is both smart and capable, have wonderful dreams!"

...

The next morning, the sun was shining.

Harry woke up, opened his eyes, and first gave Isabella a kiss.

In a daze, Isabella instinctively responded, giving a random peck on his chin.

Harry felt very content; his continuous efforts to get some affection were clearly paying off.

He wrapped his arm around Isabella’s waist, just about to get a bit more intimate, when he suddenly saw someone sitting on the sofa in the hospital room!

Angry beyond measure, he suppressed his voice, whispering: "Are you sick? Pervert!"

"How can you talk like that, you brat!"

Ben Hunter seemed to have emerged from the shadow of losing his son, smiling as he also whispered: "You youngsters are so affectionate! Can I expect a great-grandchild now? Go on, carry on!"

Harry nearly died of anger!

"Get out! Isn’t the company keeping you busy enough? Hurry and leave!"

He lowered his voice for fear of waking Isabella, but she still opened her eyes.

She rubbed against him sleepily, asking curiously: "Who are you talking to?"

Harry pulled the blanket over her entirely: "It’s nothing, you sleep. Just some old ghost wandering around in the daytime, I asked King Grim to take him away!"

Ben Hunter was so mad he nearly jumped! Ungrateful descendant!

Actually cursing him to die early!

But he didn’t dare to speak, having burst into the young couple’s room unannounced really wasn’t a respectable act, it didn’t matter if the grandson knew, but he couldn’t let the granddaughter-in-law know, lest he ruin his lofty and majestic image!

Isabella, however, chuckled, closed her eyes, hugged Harry’s waist, and murmured: "You can tell ghost stories too, I’m so sleepy, don’t scare me."