Chapter 284: Chapter 284: Method Two to Pamper Your Wife
In the morning, Isabella Weaver woke up, put on her robe, and stood on the balcony. She opened the window, took a deep breath, and thought it was another lovely rainy day!
Eh, why did she call it lovely weather?
It was obviously gloomy, wet, windy, and pouring down.
Wasn’t this her least favorite weather?
Suddenly, she felt an arm encircle her waist, surrounded by the man’s assertive breath.
As she turned her head, a dominant kiss landed on her lips.
"Princess, you didn’t kiss your Prince awake today."
"But you’re awake, aren’t you? Seems like the Prince has always been deceiving the Princess; he wakes up just fine without her kiss."
"I woke up because I sensed your intense inner calling."
Isabella looked at the man in front of her, seriously making up nonsense, and couldn’t help but laugh: "When did I call you? I was just thinking how nice the weather is today!"
Harry Hunter looked up at the gloomy and rainy sky outside, blatantly flattered his wife, "Hmm, it really is nice weather! The humidity is quite decent!"
Isabella shook her head with a laugh, pushed him away, and walked towards the bathroom.
Harry Hunter followed closely: "Madam, where’s my good morning kiss?"
"Didn’t we just kiss?"
"That was me kissing you, you haven’t kissed me yet."
"What’s the difference? It’s the same thing!"
"It’s different, you have to kiss me too."
"I think it’s all the same. You go out, use another bathroom, I’m taking this one!"
"I like this one too, it’s so spacious, I want to use it with you."
"No way, I need to use the toilet, get out!"
"What’s the big deal? I’ve seen everything I need to see, and touched everything I need to touch. No need to be shy, just go ahead."
Harry pressed against Isabella with a nonchalant look, his fingers moving to hook her silk pajama pants.
Isabella was startled, hastily covering her pants and stepping back, her face flushing red: "What are you doing?"
"Aren’t you going to the toilet? I’m helping you take off your pants."
This man is crazy!
Does he really need to serve her even in this?
Isabella’s face turned as red as a cooked shrimp!
She quickly ran out of the bathroom and into another one, locking the door before Harry could come in.
After listening for a while and not hearing Harry follow, she felt relieved enough to use the toilet.
Just as she turned on the faucet to wash up, the door was opened.
Isabella was astounded: "I clearly locked the door!"
Harry waved the key in his hand: "I have this!"
Isabella was resigned, realizing he didn’t follow her because he went to find the key!
What a sly plan, knowing she’d lock the door!
Harry feeling pleased stood beside Isabella brushing his teeth, Isabella brushed the left side, he brushed the left side too, Isabella brushed the right, he did the same, she rinsed her mouth, and so did he, she washed her face and he followed suit.
Isabella couldn’t help but feel both angry and amused: "Stop mimicking me!"
"I’m not mimicking you."
"Then what are you doing?"
"This is called a couple’s connection!"
Isabella snorted with laughter: "Your language skills really are poor!"
Is that how you explain a couple’s resemblance?
"That’s not possible, I know many languages, your husband is a language genius!"
"Oh, right."
"Hmm?" Harry was surprised, why was she suddenly agreeing with him?
"In the aspect of forcefully explaining vocabulary, indeed you are a genius!"
Harry, as if not hearing her sarcasm, proudly kissed her: "My wife called me a genius, ah, such great vision you have!"