Harry Hunter softly said something, helped Isabella Weaver straighten her clothes, and said gently, "I won't push you. I'll have Secretary Fisher take you around. The Group also has a dedicated library and gym, and other fun and tasty things. Come back when you're done exploring."
Isabella Weaver smiled. He really doted on her.
"I'll just take a look and come back quickly to accompany you. Will you go shopping with me in the afternoon?"
"Okay."
Harry Hunter patted her head, called Secretary Fisher in, and watched Isabella Weaver leave with her before he finally looked away.
They hadn't known each other for very long, yet he had fallen deeper and deeper, losing control over everything completely.
Initially, he just thought this little girl wasn't bad, and marrying her would bring a comfortable life.
But now, even if Alexander Parker sent her a roast chicken, he'd get jealous.
