CHAPTER 91: CHAPTER 91 HAPPINESS

The little cousin really dares to marry anyone. This person’s ruthlessness is hidden beneath a distant exterior. They look non-aggressive, but in reality, they’re more dangerous than him. How many days can she survive under his hand?

"Cousin, you are so biased. Clearly, I got beaten by him, yet you told me not to make a move. But you probably don’t know, even if I do make a move, I may not be able to beat him! I’m sure he has a lot of lives on his hands. Hasn’t he ever told you?"

Isabella Weaver was shocked. She looked at Harry Hunter’s handsome yet indifferent face. He seemed so Zen-like, emotionless like an ice sculpture all day. He didn’t seem the type to take lives.

In her mind, only someone like Alexander Parker, with extreme emotional swings and sudden madness, would take lives.

How adorable is the cold Harry Hunter!

She had already forgotten that the first time she saw him, she was knocked out by his subordinate, Connor.

As for Alexander Parker saying he can’t beat Harry Hunter, Isabella just found it even less likely. Is there anyone in this world that Alexander can’t beat?

Normal people get scared and instinctively defend themselves in a fight. Not him. The more it hurts, the more excited he gets, and the more excited he gets, the better he fights.

Isabella remembered how he used to skin and de-bone animals, sending chills through her heart. She stood in front of Harry Hunter, stretching out a hand to protect him, "I don’t care about anything else. He has nothing to do with the Weaver Family or the Parker Family. You can’t touch him!"

Alexander Parker, dripping with nosebleed, felt deeply hurt!

The little cousin just got married, and she’s already siding with someone else!

He scowled darkly as if being whipped by Harry Hunter wasn’t bad enough, "Cousin, come over here. Don’t ever hang out with this person again!"

Isabella didn’t move, but the sharpness in Harry Hunter’s eyes behind her had dissipated.

This little girl even placed him behind her to protect him. For the first time in years, he was shielded like a child. It’s a bit novel, a bit amusing, and oddly warm.

Harry Hunter picked her up from behind and placed her in the car, "Don’t worry, he is not my match. Wipe your hair dry, or you’ll catch a cold. The cut on your forehead shouldn’t get soaked in rain, or it might scar."

Isabella had no time for trivial concerns like colds or scarring. She hastily said, "Mr. Hunter, you don’t understand. My cousin is not normal. He kills without blinking an eye. Don’t fight him, just leave!"

Although Alexander Parker thought his cousin was praising his prowess, he still felt like coughing up blood!

Harry Hunter gently laughed, his fingers softly stroking Isabella’s slightly pale face. His voice was very soft, "Isabella, you make me feel happy."

He held Isabella, then turned to Alexander Parker, "She is my wife. Stay away from her in the future, or it won’t end like today."

"End like today? Hahaha!"

Alexander Parker started laughing wildly, as if hearing a very amusing joke, "You don’t think I’m letting you go just like that, do you? I’m just concerned about scaring my cousin. But, what kind of man hides behind a woman all the time? Let’s fight. If I win, my cousin comes with me, and you, get lost!"

Harry Hunter released Isabella, stood upright in the rain, and his cold voice rang out, "Whether you win or lose, Isabella will not leave with you."

"What’s wrong? Afraid? Not confident you’ll win?"

"No."

Harry Hunter slowly stepped forward, "I just don’t have the habit of using my woman as a bet."