After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 117: Only 1 Quilt

Harry Hunter’s kiss was fierce and lingering, his arms tightly encircling Isabella Weaver, as if to merge her into his own embrace.

Isabella’s resistance was to no avail; her fist struck his body, but Harry felt no discomfort, instead, it was her own hand that hurt terribly.

The air was entirely seized by this man, leaving her breathless, dizzy, not knowing where she was for a moment, as if floating on a cloud.

Harry’s kiss was longer and deeper than the first time.

Isabella was too inexperienced to respond to him, yet he kissed her patiently and tenderly, nonetheless.

After a long while, the kiss finally ended.

Harry’s breath was slightly heavy, his voice deeper and more seductive than usual: "Isabella, from now on, you can only love me, do you hear?"

This was his girl, his!

From body to heart, she had to be all his!

That’s how domineering he was!

Isabella hadn’t yet recovered from his fierce and passionate kiss, and hearing his words, her heart beat wildly.

She clutched her heart and closed her eyes.

Oh no, oh no, what’s happening, this man can make her heart lose control with just a few words.

Harry’s kiss came down again: "You didn’t object, so I’ll take it as you agreed."

Isabella wanted to speak, but it was too late; she was once again pressed against the desk by Harry for another round of deep kissing.

By the time Harry stopped again, Isabella’s cheeks and ears were flushed red, completely forgetting what she wanted to say earlier.

Harry picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Isabella panicked: "Harry, no!"

Harry loved when she called him by his full name, pressed her against the wall, and deliberately asked: "What do you mean no? How can you know I can’t if you haven’t tried?"

Isabella was defeated by his shamelessness; she had thought he was as cold as an iceberg, a celibate gentleman, never expected he’d say anything!

She pushed Harry hard: "I only have one bed, go sleep at your place!"

Harry glanced at her little bed and said calmly: "It’s fine, I can compromise a little; it’s too late now, I won’t walk home in the dark, what if I get robbed, wouldn’t you feel bad?"

Isabella was both annoyed and amused; with his top-notch fighting ability, a robbery would leave the robber half-dead, who would dare?

"Even so, no, you must go home!"

"Then I won’t fight you for the bed, I’ll sleep on the sofa."

Isabella hesitated for a moment but still shook her head: "The sofa’s uncomfortable."

"Worried about me?"

"No!"

"I think you are."

Harry’s eyes revealed a smile, and his mood lifted inexorably.

His little wife indeed knows how to care!

He picked Isabella up, put her on the bed, intending to cover her with a quilt, but froze: "Where’s your quilt?"

"On the sofa, wasn’t it for you?"

Harry slightly frowned: "You only have one quilt?" frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

She had given him the quilt, so she didn’t have one for herself, unable to sleep, kept drawing instead?

Isabella laughed: "Yes, I only have one quilt, and it’s quite small, so you’d better go home to sleep; you might catch a cold staying here."

She wasn’t really so poor that she couldn’t afford a quilt; she had just moved here and hadn’t had time to prepare anything.

In fact, the previous owner of the rental had provided a new quilt, which Isabella hadn’t touched, all stored in the cupboard.

Luckily, she hadn’t taken it out, or she’d have no excuse to send him away.

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