CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 93: VERY BEAUTIFUL

Isabella’s face turned red: "I’m not joking with you!"

"Neither am I."

Harry Hunter held her hand, preventing her from pulling away, and drove smoothly and quickly with one hand until they returned to the villa.

Isabella was just about to get out of the car, but before her feet touched the ground, she was scooped up and carried into the living room.

"I didn’t fight, I’m not hurt, there’s no need to carry me, I can walk myself!"

"I want to carry you."

Harry’s voice was emotionless, calmly stating it like an objective fact.

He carried Isabella all the way to the bathroom, turned on the shower, tested the water temperature, and then looked down to see Isabella in his arms with a wary expression.

Her cute and interesting expression sparked a playful feeling in his usually cold demeanor.

"What are you looking at? The water is ready, take off your clothes."

Isabella’s eyes widened: "You, you, you..."

"Oh, I remember, you said you wanted to see me first, so I’ll start taking mine off."

Harry said, as he smoothly removed his suit and then began unbuttoning his shirt.

Isabella tried to run, but Harry pulled her back and pressed her against the wall: "Where are you going?"

Anywhere is fine!

Just not staying at your place!

Harry feared she might actually run away, so he buttoned up his shirt again, pinched her delicate chin, and with a smile said: "Alright, I won’t tease you anymore, go shower; your clothes are soaked from the rain, you’ll catch a cold easily."

After saying that, he really turned and walked out, even closing the door for her.

Isabella leaned against the cool ceramic wall but still felt her whole body was hot. She touched her chest, the intense pounding made her suspect her heart might jump out the next moment.

Teasing her again?

Isabella stomped her foot in anger, this rascal! Worrying for nothing about him! Seems he really wasn’t hurt at all, what’s the deal with Alexander Parker, that psycho, isn’t he usually so cocky like he wants to destroy the world? How come today not even a hair was harmed!

She locked the bathroom door, ensuring it couldn’t be opened, before feeling secure enough to shower.

But after showering, Isabella encountered a serious issue: She had no clothes to change into!

"Knock knock knock"!

The sound of knocking came followed by Harry’s calm voice: "Clothes are at the door, you can get them yourself."

Isabella didn’t respond, waited until she couldn’t hear any sounds from outside, then stealthily opened the door a crack and quickly pulled the clothes inside to change.

She looked at herself in the mirror, refreshed, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

She hadn’t seen these clothes before, could it be that Harry bought them for her again?

Is he crazy or naturally a shopaholic? The wardrobe is overflowing, why is he still buying!

Isabella muttered to herself as she opened the door and walked out.

Harry, dressed in a white striped leisurewear, was sitting on the sofa, his long legs resting with a slim laptop over them, leisurely sending emails and handling company matters.

When he saw Isabella come out, his eyes gleamed.

The dress he chose for her was indeed suitable, made of the finest velvet with starry diamond embellishments, looking luxurious and exquisite; the pale orange highlighted her youthful side, making her skin appear even fairer and finer compared to her usual monotone black and gray.

The hem of the dress reached her knees, revealing her slender and well-proportioned calves; the dress’s design showcased her curves with no reservation, a slender waist and curvy hips, fully accentuating the beauty of a young woman.

Harry’s fingers stopped typing, and he mildly said: "Very beautiful."