CHAPTER 497: CHAPTER 497: DON’T GET PREGNANT YET

Isabella watched in shock as the young couple fell into the deep sea, covering her mouth, afraid to make a sound.

She hurriedly looked around, fearing someone might have captured the scene.

If someone uploaded it online, Harry Hunter would be criticized harshly!

However, Harry Hunter walked back with a calm expression, his tone gentle: "Feeling better? Do you want some water?"

"You, you, you..."

"Do you want to say you love me?"

"No! I wanted to say..."

"I love you, Isabella."

All of Isabella’s words were instantly stuck in her throat!

She was held by the waist by Harry Hunter.

Is he crazy?!

She just vomited!

He didn’t mind at all?

But soon, Isabella couldn’t worry about that. Her half body was pressed and nearly hanging outside the bridge, seemingly about to fall off any second!

If this bridge was poorly built, and the railing wasn’t sturdy, they would follow the same fate as the other two!

She desperately hit Harry Hunter’s chest, gasping after breaking away from his kiss: "I can’t swim!"

Harry Hunter held her close, laughing softly against the sea breeze: "Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re safe."

"You just threw that couple into the sea!"

"Hmm."

"What if they drown?! What will you do?!"

"Hmm."

"Aren’t you being too domineering? Just because your family paid to build this bridge doesn’t mean others can’t go on it!"

"Hmm."

Isabella was speechless, tugging at his ear: "Stop saying ’hmm’, when you say ’hmm’ I don’t know what you mean!"

"It’s just an interjection, doesn’t mean anything."

"Are you brushing me off then?"

"No."

Harry Hunter didn’t mind his ear being pulled red, gently smoothing her wind-blown hair, "I’m listening very intently to what you say, Isabella. I’ve just realized your voice sounds very pleasant, not too sharp or too husky, clear and melodious, perfectly articulated, you have potential to be a broadcaster."

Isabella couldn’t help but rub her temples, feeling like they were tuning into completely different channels!

"I’m asking why you threw them into the sea!"

"Didn’t like their looks, so tossed them."

Isabella was so angry she laughed, letting go of his ear.

He truly is strong-willed and unreasonably domineering!

She lowered her head to look at the sea level, asking him: "Why haven’t they surfaced? Could they be drowning? This place is far from the shoreline, even if they swim back, they’d be exhausted!"

"Drowning wouldn’t be a bad thing."

Harry Hunter’s tone was indifferent.

Only the two of them were on the bridge, with occasional passing vehicles, none stopping.

Harry Hunter liked this feeling, as if they were the only ones left in the world, his mood unprecedentedly expansive and clear!

"Isabella, how about I teach you to swim?"

Isabella hugged his waist, resting her face on his chest, laughing and asking: "Why, do you want to throw me into the sea too?"

"Of course not, how could I bear to? When I turned eighteen, my father gave me an island, I want to take you there for a vacation. How about you wear a swimsuit just for me?"

Isabella’s face turned slightly red, but she whispered: "Okay."

"I’ll go with you to buy some swimsuits this afternoon."

Harry Hunter continued speaking: "Baby, don’t get pregnant for now..."