Isabella Weaver glanced at the clock: "It's only nine-thirty!"
"Then we can take a bath together, relax a bit, and prepare for tomorrow's outing."
Isabella laughed to herself, she had never heard of preparing for an outing the night before like this!
"Taking a bath is fine, but you can't bathe with me."
"Alright, then we'll each have our own bath."
Isabella couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious hearing his straightforward agreement: "Really?"
"Of course."
Harry Hunter looked down at the little darling in his arms: "What, don't tell me you're disappointed that I said we'd each bathe separately?"
Isabella hurriedly replied: "Of course not!"
Harry chuckled: "Alright, not disappointed."
He carried Isabella into the bedroom and went to the bathroom to prepare her bath.
Even though Isabella had been to the bedroom before dinner, she was too busy tangled up with Harry to notice that there were now quite a few roses in the room.
