After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 146: Husband Takes You Flying

Isabella Weaver heard him call "wife," and suddenly felt a flutter in her heart, a sweet sensation spreading through her, as she laughed and nestled back into his arms.

"About my cousin..."

"You shouldn’t mention him anymore. You’ve called ’cousin’ way more often than ’husband.’ That’s not right!"

Isabella hit him in frustration: "I’m just asking whether he’s in any danger!"

"No, definitely won’t die."

"Then next time don’t be so harsh. What if..."

"Still mentioning it?"

"Oh, forget it. Let’s talk about your fiancée, Miss Lewis, then..."

"She’s even less worth mentioning. She’s not important enough to take up our time as a couple."

Isabella resignedly said, "Then what can I talk about? You’re imposing a tyranny of words!"

Harry Hunter lowered his head to kiss her cheek, the soft and smooth touch stirring his blood, as he swept Isabella into his arms and strode out: "We can do what couples should do!"

Isabella exclaimed, "No way, put me down! I’m not going with you!"

"Too late!"

Harry Hunter placed her into the car, climbed in himself, and pinned her down in the passenger seat.

He kissed Isabella until she begged for mercy before finally letting her go.

Under the faint glow of the streetlights, his little wife in the car was blushing, her lips slightly swollen with a glossy sheen, looking particularly enticing.

She glared at him indignantly, as if she had suffered a great grievance and wanted to complain.

Harry Hunter’s heart was filled in an instant; chuckling, he hugged her, feeling that she’s getting more spoiled by him, and it’s just right!

Isabella only felt her mouth full of this man’s unique cold aura, tongue and lips all bitten by him, really aching.

"Did you bite my lip until it bled?"

"No," Harry Hunter kissed her ear, his voice indulgent: "How could I bear to?"

Isabella’s ears were several times more sensitive than other places, and when his lips touched them, it was like fireworks exploded in her mind, her breathing became more rapid.

As soon as Harry Hunter bit her earlobe, she couldn’t help but moan: "Harry, stop!"

"Does it hurt?"

It didn’t really hurt, but Isabella nodded vigorously: "It hurts!"

Harry Hunter heard her say it hurt, reluctantly stop biting, and kissed her lightly: "So sensitive, what should I do in the future?"

"It’s not that I’m sensitive, you were too forceful... too much!"

Harry Hunter saw the redness spread from her cheeks to her ears, shy like a little apple, and couldn’t help softening his tone to coax her: "It’s alright to be sensitive; I like it."

All this because of his pampering, and he was quite proud of it!

She’s never been this sensitive to anyone else because it’s only for him in her heart.

He fastened Isabella’s seatbelt, his usually cold face showing warmth: "Sit tight, husband flying you."

Isabella heard it and, for some reason, her thoughts went astray. Her cheeks turned even redder and hotter.

Harry Hunter tapped her head: "What are you thinking that’s not proper, your face redder than when I just kissed you."

Isabella buried her face in her arm, feeling she had embarrassed herself completely, not daring to look at Harry Hunter.

Harry Hunter laughed lightly, then louder and louder, his mood indescribably good.

His little wife is truly a treasure!

Driving all the way to the airport, Harry indeed drove the car like flying, until they boarded the plane did Isabella’s complexion return to normal.

It was her first time on a plane, leaning against the window, her face showing the excitement a nineteen-year-old girl should have: "The night view is so beautiful!"

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