Putting on a full show, Isabella Weaver's principle was to irritate certain people to death without any remorse. She coquettishly said to Harry Hunter, "Honey, why did you just get here? I've been waiting so long my feet are numb."
Harry Hunter was well aware that Isabella Weaver was not the type to act spoiled, and normally wouldn't call him "honey." He knew she was putting on an act, but he still thoroughly enjoyed it.
Ignoring everyone in the living room, he walked up the marble staircase step by step to the second floor and reached out to hold Isabella Weaver.
"Should I carry you on my back?"
Even though it was an act, Isabella Weaver couldn't help but blush: "Someone's watching, it wouldn't be good."
"How about a princess carry?"
"That wouldn't be good either. Someone might think I've hurt my leg!"
"Connor!"
"Young Master!"
"Go to my car and get the shoes for the Young Madam!"
"Yes!"
