"This... you, you, you... you guys!"
Anton finally snapped back to reality, barely escaping Harry Hunter's hold, his mouth agape with shock: "Oh my God, Young Master Hunter, you're not being a monk anymore! You're actually married! This is headline news, why hasn't anyone reported it..."
Harry Hunter resisted the urge to strangle this chatterbox, walked over to pick up Isabella Weaver, and as he headed downstairs, he said, "Next time, don't say we're friends! We are a legally married couple."
Isabella's face turned red: "Put me down, I can walk myself."
Anton—and the makeup artists and stylists—hadn't left yet, they were all watching!
"Your hand is injured, walking is inconvenient, I'll carry you."
Anton: "..."
Makeup artist: "..."
How odd!
First time hearing that an injured hand makes walking difficult!
