CHAPTER 490: CHAPTER 490: I WANT TO HEAR YOUR CONFESSION

Harry Hunter carried the roast chicken, turned around and went back home, wanting to throw the roast chicken into the trash can, but since it was Isabella Weaver’s favorite, he grudgingly placed it on the dining table.

He knocked on the table, his expression cold enough to freeze someone: "Isabella, come here!"

Isabella poked her head out from behind the sofa: "I’m not coming over, I feel like you might eat someone."

The two maids making breakfast in the kitchen were also trembling with fear, Harry’s aura was too terrifying, they didn’t dare say a word.

"Not going to eat you, come here, eat chicken."

"Chicken?"

"Your lover sent it, you’re not going to eat it? Your lover said this is the flavor you loved when you were little, he sold a Lamborghini to buy the recipe and roasted it for you!"

Harry’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, and his expression grew uglier with every word.

Isabella was hiding behind the sofa, holding back laughter; he was gnashing his teeth with every mention of "lover."

However...

She asked puzzled, "How come I don’t remember liking roast chicken when I was little?"

"Yeah, you don’t remember, but your dear cousin Alexander still remembers. How’s that, are you moved? Have the urge to give yourself to him?"

Isabella felt that every word from Harry was barbed, and he had spikes all over him that could poke someone to death.

"He definitely remembered wrong! I love shrimp, not chicken, I’ve already promised myself to you, I’m not going to promise to anyone else."

"Then come out, why are you hiding behind the sofa?"

"I’ll come out once you’re not angry."

"Not angry anymore."

"Doesn’t look like it, your expression is so cold, give me a smile."

Harry’s forehead veins were faintly visible, she dared to ask him to smile? It was good enough that he didn’t hit anyone!

He walked over, scooped Isabella out from behind the sofa, carried her to the dining table, and pinned her down on it.

"There are people, there are people! There are still people at home!"

Harry was jealous, feeling uncomfortable, holding her waist tightly, his voice very aggrieved: "Baby, say you love me, baby, I want to hear your confession, baby..."

"Love you love you, now get up!"

"No way, too perfunctory, be serious!"

"I love you, is that okay?"

"No, it’s not good!"

"Harry..."

"Mm."

"I love you very much, there’s no one else in my heart. Having children is actually a very hard thing, but I’m willing to have them for you. I don’t really like kids, they’re so noisy and take a lot of effort to raise, but if it’s our kids, I’ll like and look forward to it."

Isabella pressed her lips against his, nuzzling for a while, coaxing him: "You’re the most important in my heart, no one can surpass you."

"What if there are kids in the future?"

"You’ll always be first, the kids can come second."

"What about Alexander?"

"Someone will love him, and he’ll fall in love with someone else, it won’t concern us."

Isabella felt a bit soft-hearted, Harry, a prodigious talent, was now putting aside all his pride, constantly trying to confirm his place in her heart.