Isabella Weaver took a breath, her heart pounding again violently.
He's here again!
And this time, she could clearly feel that he wasn't joking.
If yesterday it was to anger Cherry Lewis, then what about today?
Isabella Weaver didn't know what to say; she stood up and tactfully said, "I'm still studying, Mr. Hunter, I'm going back to school. Thank you for having me."
"I'll see you off."
Harry Hunter knew she was refusing, and there was a slight disappointment in his heart, but his face still showed no expression.
"No need."
Isabella Weaver slung her bag over her shoulder and turned to leave.
Harry Hunter just stood at the door, watching her figure slowly disappear, motionless for a long time.
Connor suspected that if the Young Master kept watching, he'd turn into a statue, and couldn't help saying, "Young Master, she's gone, don't stand here in the cold wind."
Harry Hunter gave a faint "hmm," but still didn't move.
