The night was gentle, the light of countless stars traveled from millions of light years away, shining brilliantly outside the window.
In Harry Hunter's villa, there were already two beds, he and Isabella Weaver slept separately, but in the middle of the night, he got up again and went to Isabella Weaver's bed.
Isabella Weaver was sleeping drowsily, feeling a familiar presence coming close to her, embracing her, she murmured his name: "Harry?"
"Mm, it's me. Go back to sleep!"
"Oh."
Responding briefly, Isabella snuggled in his arms and quickly fell back asleep.
Harry chuckled in the darkness, surprised at how easy it was.
He kissed Isabella Weaver's forehead, then her cheek, and later, feeling dissatisfied, kissed her lips. Seeing her stir as if about to wake, he dared not continue recklessly, held her, and slept deeply.
They slept soundly and blissfully, yet this night, countless people remained restless because of them.
