Isabella Weaver was carried piggyback by Harry Hunter directly back to the picnic spot, and everyone present was already accustomed to it, so no one found it strange.
Even Zoe Lewis, who had the least contact with Isabella Weaver, was already used to it. The president of their company is a doting husband, and there's even a pile of tree roots in the office now because every day, amidst his busy schedule, he takes time to learn carving from a master.
After wasting countless tree roots, the president finally managed to carve something resembling a human figure.
But carving out the woman he loves is probably a long way off.
Zoe Lewis felt quite helpless; why are all the men around him such wife-doting maniacs?
His dad Mr. Lewis is one, his uncle Mr. Lewis is another, and his uncle-in-law is also one. Finally, he found a job, but it turns out that even his direct superior, the Young Master of the Hunter Family, still is!
What kind of unbreakable curse is this?
