CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 82: MR. HUNTER’S LITTLE PREFERENCE

Wait a minute!

What did she just do?!

She fed Harry Hunter with the chopsticks she used herself!

And then she ate a shrimp with the chopsticks Harry had used!

Isn’t that just...

Isabella Weaver looked at the tip of the chopsticks, her cheeks no longer pink but tomato red.

Harry sat across from her, watching her beautiful, delicate face change color with great interest, the urge to hug her growing stronger.

He wondered if she kept blushing, would her face get hot enough to cook shrimp.

"Why don’t you serve me, I still want to eat."

His calm voice finally eased Isabella’s embarrassment a bit, and she whispered, "You can serve yourself, I need to eat too."

"Sigh, people these days, don’t understand reciprocity. I treated you to dinner, even peeled the shrimp, and now I don’t want to move, and you won’t even feed me a little, sigh!"

Harry shook his head, sighing lightly, with a somewhat hurt look in his eyes.

Isabella looked up and saw his expression, and finally couldn’t resist: "Then give me your chopsticks, I’ll serve you."

Harry reached out and flicked the chopsticks onto the floor, looking indifferent as he said, "Oops, too careless, the chopsticks fell, can’t use them now."

Isabella was dumbfounded, at a loss for words!

Could he be any thicker skinned? Could his actions be any more blatant?

She glared at Harry, got up, and went to the kitchen, but couldn’t find any extra chopsticks after a long search!

Harry followed her silently, suddenly speaking softly: "No more chopsticks, don’t bother looking."

Isabella jumped in surprise, spun around sharply, and her lips just brushed against his chin, her recently faded blush returned.

Harry took the opportunity to wrap her waist and pull her into his arms.

Hmm, finally got to hug her.

A soft body, comfortable touch, the sweet scent unique to a young girl, even the hair was soft and smooth.

He let out a satisfied sigh.

The warm breath tingled Isabella’s ear, making her heartbeat suddenly quicken, her ears turning red little by little.

Harry watched her fair skin change color and found his little wife in his arms utterly adorable!

The best part was, she didn’t even push him away this time, a good sign!

Isabella was actually getting used to it.

She realized that Harry really liked hugging her; he always found opportunities to hug her, regardless of time or place.

Her heartbeat raced a bit as she softly asked, "Why do you only have two pairs of chopsticks in your house?"

"Not two pairs, there was originally only one, and the other was specially ordered after you came."

Impossible, who only prepares one pair of chopsticks, don’t his friends come over for meals?

Harry had great self-control, and although he really wanted to hold her like this forever, he was afraid she’d be hungry. After holding her for a moment, he let go: "Let’s eat first, it won’t taste good once it gets cold."

Isabella followed him out, picked up the chopsticks he had purposely dropped, washed them in the kitchen, placed them next to him, and warned slightly: "Don’t mess around anymore, eat properly."

Harry put on a "I’m innocent" face: "If you had just fed me, there wouldn’t be so much fuss, would there?"

Was he blaming her?

Isabella sat down, a bit annoyed, grabbed his chopsticks, picked up a shrimp, and held it out to him: "Open your mouth."

Harry cooperated by opening his mouth, eating, and said while chewing, "Your expression isn’t right, do it again, smile, be happy, otherwise, I’ll have indigestion."