CHAPTER 585: CHAPTER 585: MORE PERSONAL CHARACTERISTICS

Harry Hunter’s face showed a bit of a grimace. How did she come to this conclusion?

He leaned close to Isabella Weaver’s ear and murmured softly, "Was it because I didn’t satisfy you a few days ago? Is that why you’re doubting my abilities?"

Isabella’s ear tingled from the heat of his breath. She glanced nervously at Connor in front of them, seeing that he seemed to have heard nothing and was intently focused on driving. She relaxed a little.

Harry pulled her into his arms, holding her waist: "Answer my question; if I didn’t satisfy you, tonight I’ll make sure you are."

His voice was deep, whispering suggestively, and he even deliberately traced Isabella Weaver’s earlobe with the tip of his tongue after speaking.

Isabella nearly let out a cry!

He’s crazy!

Connor is still here!

Afraid Harry would act out again, she quickly nodded, whispered, "I was satisfied, don’t go overboard!"

Saying this made her feel so ashamed, her fair skin blushing lightly as if she were drunk.

Seeing her like this, Harry raised her chin and kissed her.

Isabella’s eyes widened instantly, and it took her a great effort to push him away, a bit flustered and annoyed: "Connor is still here!"

Harry was indifferent, keeping her encircled in his arms, playing with her slender, jade-like fingers and casually said, "He should be, always stuffing me with PDA, we’ll give him a dose too."

Previously, he’d lowered his voice while speaking, but this sentence was spoken at a normal volume, and he even stared at the back of Connor’s head afterward, as if trying to burn a hole through it.

Connor’s smile was bright: "When have I ever stuffed the Young Master with PDA? It’s always been you and the Young Madam doing it to me!"

Most of the time, Isabella had grown accustomed to Connor’s presence; as long as Harry didn’t go overboard, she’d snuggle up to him affectionately without avoiding Connor.

At the moment, she leaned against Harry’s shoulder, hugged his waist, feeling blissful, speaking warmly: "Connor, you’ve been wearing dress shirts and suits a lot lately. You’re different from before."

Connor’s eyes lit up slightly: "How am I different? Is the Young Madam saying I look better?"

Isabella actually wanted to say his aura had become more composed, but since Connor asked, she thought it over and nodded in agreement: "You’re very suited for dressing like this, shirts give you more presence and also show off your physique."

In fact, Connor had been changing his overall image recently; he used to be extremely low-key, afraid to outshine Harry, dressing simply and paying little attention to his appearance.

But now, encouraged by Harry, he started to emulate his Young Master in every way, wearing shirts and suits from the same brand, even matching shoes; sometimes, you might mistake them for twins at a glance!

It’s just that his temperament was entirely different from Harry’s.

Connor always had a hint of a smile in his eyes no matter the time, looking warm and speaking gently, like a sunny young man, not like a thug bodyguard.

Harry had a cold demeanor, with eyes that seemed ready to freeze anyone around him.

Being praised by Isabella, Connor’s confidence was immediately ignited, and he couldn’t help but straighten his posture: "The Young Madam is truly a trendsetter in the fashion world! I’ll continue dressing like this from now on!"

Isabella laughed lightly: "Since you’re complimenting me as a pioneer in the fashion world, I’ll give you another suggestion: you might try shirts in deep sea blue or navy blue, paired with a silver watch, and changing the shoes to dark brown; it would give you more personal style."