CHAPTER 491: CHAPTER 491: WHY HAVEN’T YOU BEEN POISONED TO DEATH, NATALIE NILES?

Harry Hunter felt a little better after she coaxed him: "Then do you want some roast chicken?"

"No." How could she dare eat it? The chicken wasn’t gifted by her; he brought it back himself. If she ate it, that would be a problem.

"So obedient."

Harry Hunter kissed her, adjusted her clothes, and sat her on his lap, opening the roast chicken package: "Eat, I’ve heard you love this, so I didn’t throw it away. The chicken is innocent; it would be a pity to waste it."

The roast chicken seemed freshly cooked, still emitting a bit of heat, with an enticing golden exterior, aromatic, making it very appetizing.

Harry Hunter tore a piece of meat and offered it to Isabella Weaver’s lips: "Try it."

Isabella Weaver hesitated for a moment but still opened her mouth to eat.

The taste was indeed good, but she honestly couldn’t remember ever liking this flavor of roast chicken.

Most of her childhood memories were painful; she hardly ever looked back.

She tore off a piece of meat and fed it to Harry Hunter.

Harry Hunter ate it with gritted teeth as if he were eating Alexander Parker’s flesh.

Isabella Weaver couldn’t help but laugh softly; he still cared a lot.

The servants had already started bringing breakfast to the dining room. Isabella Weaver got up from him, personally served him porridge, and personally took the spoon to feed him: "I’ll accompany you all day today, okay?"

Isabella Weaver, the workaholic, actually willing to give up work to spend the day with him!

She must truly love him!

Harry Hunter swallowed the porridge, finally feeling better: "Okay."

He pulled Isabella Weaver back onto his lap again, snatched the bowl and spoon from her hand, and fed her breakfast: "I’ll feed you."

He absolutely cannot be outdone by that lunatic Alexander Parker!

He wants to be the man who spoils her the most in the world!

Isabella Weaver ate the porridge and asked him a bit worriedly: "Connor won’t have any issues, right?"

"No worries, he’ll just feel uncomfortable for two days. Natalie Niles won’t die; Connor’s physical condition is even better than hers, so he certainly won’t die."

Connor indeed didn’t die.

But now, he is lying in a hospital, wishing for death!

Not because of the snake poison’s torment, but because of Natalie Niles!

The snake poison left him fully paralyzed, with his limbs not obeying him at all, especially his arms, which felt like they had fallen off!

Natalie Niles was currently looping his arm around her neck, taking photos.

"No photos! Natalie Niles, what do you want now? Can you not mess around?!"

Natalie Niles’s face was pale, and her movements were slow, but she detoxified early and was carefully tended to by her brother, so her situation was better than Connor’s.

Connor couldn’t move at all now, making him a lamb ready for slaughter!

She naturally couldn’t pass up such a great opportunity.

"I’ll take a close photo of us and send it to everyone we know, telling them that I have a boyfriend."

"You dare?! Don’t send it!"

"I don’t have to send it, if you give me a kiss."

Natalie Niles leaned in, raised her cell phone, ready to record a video.

Connor wasn’t killed by the snake poison but was about to be driven to madness by Natalie Niles.

"Why couldn’t you have just died from the poison, Natalie Niles!"

"Are you going to kiss or not? If not, I’ll send the photo of you holding my neck to Cora Ginger!"

Natalie Niles got on his bed and lay down beside him, took another picture, smiling triumphantly: "Life is full of surprises. I was planning, once I recovered, to deal with that blind date, but now it seems I don’t have to; he actually delivered you to me!"

Connor suppressed his anger, closed his eyes: "Don’t send the photos, you can mess with me in any way you want, I don’t want Cora to misunderstand."