Chapter 289: Chapter 289: A Return Gift for Mr. Hunter
Connor was driving while explaining to Cora Ginger.
Johan Niles slapped his thigh, "Ah! She’s the one who fought me for the ribs!"
Connor was speechless, "She clearly gave you some chicken wings and vegetables."
Johan’s eyes lit up, and he said belatedly, "So, does that mean she’s into me?"
Connor glared at him, but Johan was oblivious, complaining, "But I really can’t remember what she looks like. Connor, do you have a photo? Let me see."
Connor resisted the urge to kick him out of the car and gritted his teeth, "Why do you want to see my girlfriend’s photo? Looking to steal her?"
"What kind of person do you think I am? I just want a look."
"No way!"
"Connor, let me see. I’ll give you medicine for free."
"You’re the one who’s sick!"
"Tsk, why are you cursing? The boss said it, Cora Ginger hasn’t agreed to be with you yet, she’s not your girlfriend."
"She will be soon!"
"That’s why I want to give you the medicine. Use it, and she’ll fall head over heels for you in no time!"
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Isabella Weaver sat in the back seat, leaning on Harry Hunter’s shoulder, listening to the two in the front bicker, finding it very amusing.
The rain washed the streets clean, making them look extraordinarily tidy. The city’s neon lights were hazy in the rain mist, adding a unique atmosphere to the night.
Harry Hunter held Isabella Weaver by the waist and kissed her forehead, ignoring the bickering in the front, flipping through the documents with one hand, calm and composed.
At the restaurant, Harry Hunter took Isabella Weaver inside. Johan Niles and Connor were still arguing, but the topic had long strayed off course, now debating who would win tomorrow’s match.
The restaurant was elegantly styled. Isabella Weaver chose a seat by the window and, after ordering food with Harry Hunter, glanced back to see Johan Niles and Connor sitting in the farthest corner, enthusiastically chatting.
Harry Hunter said lightly, "Ignore them. I’ll have Johan Niles follow you for the next few days. Once you’re fully healed, I’ll get you a new assistant."
Isabella Weaver was surprised, "Another assistant?"
"Yes."
"No need. The company has assigned me a secretary, who’s very competent and meticulous."
"Nina Landon is just your work secretary; she can’t guarantee your safety. You need a bodyguard."
Harry Hunter had wanted to arrange a bodyguard for her a long time ago, but Isabella Weaver always refused.
Now, the arrangement for a bodyguard was not open to her refusal.
Isabella Weaver nodded, still apprehensive about various unexpected situations.
Before marrying Harry Hunter, she often got minor injuries, but they were never life-threatening.
Ever since marrying Harry Hunter, it felt like she was walking a tightrope every day!
Remembering the night before their wedding, when he mentioned he had his share of troubles, she thought he was just saying it casually, but it turned out to be true.
Harry Hunter seemed to know what she was thinking and held her hand across the table, chuckling, "Do you feel like you’ve been tricked? Married into a big bundle of trouble."
Isabella Weaver clasped his hand back, "Yes, I indeed drank poison to quench my thirst."
Harry Hunter felt warmth in his heart at her gesture.
She had never truly backed down, and despite the danger, she wasn’t willing to let go of his hand.
The dinner was particularly warm and delightful. Harry Hunter took meticulous care of her, feeding her first before starting his own meal.
He ate quickly but still looked pleasing to the eye.
Isabella Weaver felt that even watching him eat was a great pleasure.
After dinner, she linked arms with Harry Hunter and strolled in the rain.
Harry Hunter, worried she might be cold, draped his coat over her shoulders and held the umbrella over her head.
Moved by these little gestures, Isabella Weaver took out a small box from her pocket, looked up with a gentle smile, "Mr. Hunter, I have a gift for you too."