CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 80: MISTRESS

Connor drove the car at a snail’s pace, keeping a distance and following from afar.

Maybach sportscar manufacturers strive for extreme speed, doing everything possible to reduce weight and drag, increase speed and power; if they knew he was driving at this speed, they’d be furious!

Connor grinned, Young Master is in love!

Even though they got the marriage certificate before falling in love, it looks pretty good!

Miss Weaver may be young, but her soul is mature, her temperament cool and unpretentious, neither spoilt nor artificial, very much to Young Master’s liking, resulting in his temper improving recently.

Harry Hunter carried Isabella Weaver on his back for quite a long distance before waving for Connor to bring the car over.

He led Isabella Weaver to the back seat, with Connor as the driver, and they returned to his standalone villa.

As they passed by the villa area, Isabella Weaver happened to see Christopher Weaver leading a group out of the house, and she quickly lowered her head to avoid being seen.

Harry Hunter watched her avoid her family like that, and his gaze turned cold as he looked out of the window.

He needed to find some time to solve all her issues first, so they could live peacefully. He didn’t want his newlywed little wife to be constantly worried like this.

Harry Hunter’s villa was brightly lit, and as Isabella Weaver entered, she smelled the aroma of food.

A round-faced servant said respectfully, "Young Madam, Young Master has prepared dinner for you, see if it suits your taste. If you don’t like it, we’ll redo it right away."

Isabella Weaver looked at Harry Hunter in surprise; he had been with her the whole time, yet she hadn’t noticed when he arranged all of this.

Harry Hunter smiled lightly, "This is Aunt Hart, and in the kitchen is Aunt Spring. From now on, just let them know what you want to eat."

Isabella Weaver felt an odd feeling rise in her heart, why does it seem everyone sees her as the mistress of the house?

Today she followed Harry Hunter here because she had just left school, hadn’t settled in yet, and had no other place to go, temporarily staying one night, not planning to live here long-term.

She helped him at home with acting, gained the estate, isn’t the act over already?

Countless thoughts raced through Isabella Weaver’s mind, but she just softly replied, "Aunt Hart, I’m not picky with food, the dishes look delicious, thank you for your hard work!"

Aunt Hart was a little taken aback, is this Young Madam really so easygoing?

Previously when cooking for Young Master, they were often criticized, three years ago, they cooked for his fiancée, Cherry Lewis, and she complained about the food’s appearance with just a glance, saying it looked unappetizing.

Harry Hunter suddenly spoke, "Since Young Madam likes it, Connor, reward them!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

Connor smiled broadly and pulled out two thick red envelopes from somewhere, handing them over.

Aunt Hart hurriedly accepted them, so pleased that she repeatedly bowed and thanked them, "Thank you, Young Master and Young Madam!"

It felt like the sun rose from the west, Young Master actually showed them kindness; this Young Madam must be dear to him!

She and Aunt Spring each tucked away a red envelope, delightedly retreating.

Connor, being more perceptive, never played the role of a third wheel, lest Young Master’s gaze slice him into pieces.

Harry Hunter was very satisfied with this, sitting at the dining table, patting the seat next to him, "Darling, come eat."

Isabella Weaver felt a flutter in her heart, others unaware of the situation calling her "Young Madam" is one thing, but how could he join in the fun!

She gave Harry Hunter a slight glare, didn’t sit beside him, but sat across from him instead.