CHAPTER 499: CHAPTER 499: SPOILING THE WIFE IS NOT JUST A PERSONA

Isabella Weaver was stunned, could this really trigger a "war"?

Harry Hunter ignored it, holding Isabella Weaver as he sat down on a bench, watching as her complexion improved a bit, then got up to buy water.

The girls coming off the roller coaster all looked at Isabella Weaver enviously.

"Her boyfriend is so handsome, he’s bursting with boyfriend power, with such long legs! What a great body!"

"And he’s so considerate and takes such good care of his girlfriend! I want to find a boyfriend like that too!"

"Why does this guy look kind of familiar? It’d be great if he took off his hat; I can’t see his face clearly."

"Is he a celebrity? Oh, quick, take a photo!"

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Isabella Weaver was quite helpless; she was afraid Harry Hunter would be recognized, so they bought two hats as soon as they arrived at the amusement park, but he was too outstanding and still got noticed.

Harry Hunter quickly returned with water, ignoring the gazes of the crowd and not caring about being photographed. He twisted open the bottle and fed Isabella Weaver some water, wiping the residue off the corner of her lips. Seeing she had rested enough, he held her hand and walked away.

Finally, someone among the group of girls recognized him: "Ah, I remember, he’s Young Master Hunter! The president of Star Region Group! The heir of the Hunter Family!"

"Oh my gosh! It really is him! I always thought the gossip about him pampering his wife was fake, but he really is that devoted!"

"Of course it’s not fake, he genuinely pampers his wife daily; countless gossip stories have detailed this. It’s not something you can just pretend."

Isabella Weaver walked out of the amusement park holding hands with Harry Hunter, under countless envious gazes.

She couldn’t help but sigh: "Young Master Hunter, you’re so famous that even with a hat covering half your face, you still got recognized."

"Hmm."

Harry Hunter responded calmly. If it weren’t for the crowd, he would have liked to stay longer with Isabella and play. Recognized or not, it was somewhat inconvenient.

He didn’t mind being photographed; he’d been captured by the media since childhood and was used to the spotlight and cameras.

However, he didn’t enjoy being followed by photographers while playing with Isabella.

He lightly frowned: "I’ll have the vice president talk about acquiring this amusement park."

Isabella Weaver couldn’t keep up with his thought process; "What?"

"Next time we come, we’ll close the park, not allow other visitors, just the two of us playing."

Isabella Weaver shook her head with a smile, "No, I still like playing with lots of people; just the two of us would be too boring!"

"Is that so?"

"Exactly!"

Harry Hunter nodded, seemingly acknowledging her point, so he decided to spare this amusement park for now!

"Let’s go, I’ll take you to buy a swimsuit."

Isabella Weaver then enthusiastically followed him to shop.

By the time they got home, it was already ten o’clock.

Having walked too much, Isabella Weaver’s legs were sore, and her feet hurt. Harry Hunter wanted her to try on the swimsuit for him, but she ignored him, sprawling on the sofa, not wanting to move.

Harry Hunter brought out hot water, helping her soak her feet, then sat beside her, massaging her legs.

But as he kept massaging, his hands wandered to other places.