Harry saw her pause on the steps of the building from afar and couldn't help but approach.
He stood on a step lower than Isabella, touched her head, and asked, "What's wrong? Only two hours apart, you don't recognize your husband anymore?"
He was so tall that even standing on a lower step, Isabella could barely see him at eye level.
His voice was deep and pleasant, intoxicating like the sound of a musical instrument.
Isabella actually liked listening to him talk very much, but unfortunately, Harry wasn't much of a talker.
"It's not that I don't recognize you; it's that you're too dazzling to acknowledge."
"Hmm. I thought during your interview at the jewelry company, maybe you fancied some young handsome executive there and were ready to disavow me."
Isabella was amused yet exasperated: "I didn't!"
Indeed, among the jewelry company's interviewers, there were some handsome executives, but who could compare to the man in front of her?
