CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 102: HARRY HUNTER, YOU BROKE THE RULES!

"Mr. Hunter, what’s your phone number? Let me save it."

Harry Hunter put down the food, "Give me your phone."

Isabella Weaver handed over her phone.

After a few taps, Harry Hunter saved his number and handed it back.

Isabella Weaver looked down: Husband A.

"Why did you save me as this?"

"To let others know you’re a married woman with a husband. Don’t like it?"

Before Isabella Weaver could answer, he domineeringly answered his own question, "Even if you don’t like it, you can’t change it."

Isabella Weaver protested, "You didn’t save my number as ’Wife’!"

Harry Hunter handed his phone over, "Go ahead, change it, as you wish."

Isabella Weaver took the phone, about to make the change, when she suddenly realized.

No, wait!

She got caught up with him!

Her intention was not to use ’Husband’ as a nickname; it’s not that she minded him not saving her as ’Wife,’ right?

Harry Hunter noticed she didn’t change it and smiled lightly, "It’s not that I don’t like using ’Wife’ and such for you. It’s just that your name sounds nice and unique, Isabella, it sounds like a unique, important person, so I simply used your name."

Isabella Weaver wanted to say that he didn’t need to explain; whatever nickname he used didn’t matter.

Yet she had to admit, his explanation touched her heart.

From a young age, she always felt her name was a huge irony, she really disliked it because she’d never been anyone’s Isabella; she was just an insignificant nobody.

Now, someone said her name was special, called her unique, called her important.

Harry Hunter probably would never know how a few casual words stirred up waves in her heart.

She initially wanted to change the ’Husband’ in her phone to the polite but distant ’Mr. Hunter,’ but for some reason, she hesitated.

Over there, Harry Hunter thought for a moment, and with his slender fingers tapped on the phone screen a few times before showing it to Isabella Weaver, "I changed it, thinking this is nice too. Do you like it?"

Isabella Weaver looked up and saw the bright phone screen, with four more characters after A: Sole Wife.

This...

Isn’t this too cheesy? Too intimate?

Even Isabella Weaver felt a heat on her cheeks, "No need, the original was fine."

Harry Hunter seemed satisfied, now it included ’unique’ and ’wife,’ perfect!

After breakfast, Harry Hunter took out a box of band-aids, changed the one on her forehead, thought for a moment, and wrapped two around her finger, reminding her, "Don’t let it get wet. I’ll call Connor later to drive you to get a rabies shot."

Isabella Weaver shook her head quickly, "No need, no need!"

Alexander Parker doesn’t have rabies... Although his episodes are scarier than rabies...

"Alright, rest well at home, if you want to go out, let Connor accompany you."

As Harry Hunter spoke, he wrapped his arm around Isabella Weaver’s waist and landed a kiss on her forehead, "I’m going to the company now, today will be busy, I won’t be back at noon. Wait for me to get home tonight, and I’ll take you out for dinner."

He picked up his black leather briefcase, dressed in a suit, and left.

Until the door closed, Isabella Weaver’s heart was still pounding.

The air was lingering with his fresh scent, her forehead still warm from his touch, his deep and pleasant voice echoing in her ears, and in her mind, it was all his handsome and cool visage.

Why?

Why does it feel like they’re a real couple?

Harry Hunter!

You can’t do this!

This is against the rules!

She might fall!

This is the life she’s longed for for so long.

A simple yet warm, peaceful and happy life.