Harry Hunter's voice was too calm and flat, making Isabella Weaver feel a sense of unreality.
But she was holding him!
Everything seemed so real!
"Aren't you going to ask me why I suddenly want to marry you?"
"It's not important."
"But I might have a lot of trouble behind me."
"The troubles behind me are no less than yours. Are you afraid?"
"Not afraid!"
"Okay."
"Then when are we getting married?"
Harry Hunter smiled, finally it was her turn to be anxious!
"We'll get the marriage certificate as soon as the sun rises."
"Okay!"
Isabella Weaver nodded immediately, and only then did she let go of Harry Hunter's neck.
Harry Hunter felt a little lost.
She was so proactive in holding his neck, very affectionate, he didn't want her to leave.
But he was a master at controlling emotions, not letting feelings control reason was his principle.
He stood up calmly and turned on the light.
