CHAPTER 489: CHAPTER 489 DON’T SEDUCE MY WIFE!

Alexander pulled her waist naturally: "Cousin, you finally called me. I thought you would never call me ’cousin’ in this lifetime."

Isabella felt the strong force on her waist and saw that the red at the corner of his lips was not blood, but ketchup. She was furious: "You were pretending? Alexander, you’ve learned to deceive people now?!"

Harry Hunter pried Alexander’s hand away, pulling Isabella behind him, his face looking grim: "Do you two think I’m dead or something? Alexander, get lost! Isabella, go back to your room. If you dare flirt with him again, I’ll chop him up!"

Isabella didn’t know whether to be angry or laugh. She pinched Harry’s waist forcefully: "Which eye of yours saw me flirt with him? You kicked him so hard just now. I thought you were going to kick him to death!"

"I just touched him lightly, and he’s the one rolling around acting, trying to deceive you on purpose!"

Alexander wiped the corner of his mouth with ketchup, continuing to complain: "You call that touching me lightly? You were desperate to kick me to death, weren’t you? Cousin, look, my stomach’s all bruised!"

He pulled his clothes up, exposing his stomach.

He had a slim build and pale, shiny skin. There wasn’t a hint of bruising, but his abs were vaguely visible, showing a different kind of youthful charm full of vitality.

Austin Winters, hiding in the shadows following him, couldn’t help but lick his lips. So handsome! Why is he so handsome!

"Sir, your drool is about to fall."

"Shut up!"

"Sir, you spent fifty million, but haven’t seen his stomach even once, right?"

"Say another word, and I’ll kill you!"

"Sir, the way you lick your lips makes you look like a pervert."

"..."

He must have done too many bad things in his past life, so this life the heavens sent such an irritating subordinate to punish him!

Harry squatted down, suddenly pulling Alexander’s clothes down to cover his stomach, pressing him to the ground: "You want to take off your clothes in front of me to seduce my wife?"

"Cousin, he’s going to kill me!"

"Still daring to play dumb with me?"

"Cousin, I’m dying!"

"Still daring to use your sharp tongue to hurt my subordinate?"

"Cousin, save me!"

...

Isabella was so annoyed by the two of them that she simply ignored them and turned away.

"Move aside, move aside, my cousin is angry, I have to go in and comfort her!"

"You don’t need to comfort her!"

"How about we both go to comfort her?"

"Who’s ’we’, you get lost, don’t come and seduce my wife!"

Alexander patted the dirt off his body, stood up, and took a delicately packaged box from the car: "This is the roasted chicken I brought for cousin, made according to her taste preferences. You hand it over to her for me."

Harry looked at him coldly: "My house doesn’t lack it."

"This one is really delicious! She used to crave this flavor when she was a child, but the old brand went bankrupt, and couldn’t be bought anymore. I went through all sorts of troubles to find that owner, spent a fortune to buy the recipe, and barely managed to make it! Let her try it, if she doesn’t like it, I’ll improve it!"

Harry felt a sourness in his heart. Alexander knew the taste she liked as a child, but he didn’t know! He didn’t grow up with her!

Looking at the serious face in front of him, he suddenly wants to smash it flat!

But he didn’t.

He took the roasted chicken packaged like some precious item and said coldly: "Hurry up and leave! If you linger, I can’t guarantee you’ll stay alive!"

Alexander got excited, got into the broken van, just about to leave, he heard Harry asking: "Where’s your Lamborghini?"

"Sold it, just enough to buy the roasted chicken recipe!"

Harry was totally out of sorts!

You talk too much! Why ask! Even if he drives a tractor, what’s it have to do with you!