The boss was intimidated by the aura of the man and dared not look at Isabella again, pocketed the money, and sat back down on the stool.
Isabella couldn't feel the killing aura from her man; he always wore a cold face, rarely showing his emotions.
She remained happy, enthusiastically browsing the market.
Harry Hunter had already given the parrot and bird feed to Connor, who had been following behind them, to put in the car.
The flower and bird market was filled with countless flowers, and Harry Hunter had his eye on one stall's roses, wanting to buy a large bouquet for Isabella.
"No, I just want one."
Isabella picked a half-bloomed rose, sniffed it, her smile radiant: "One is enough, too many and I can't carry them."
"I'll carry them for you."
"No, that's not fun. The flower feels better when you hold it yourself."
Harry Hunter no longer insisted, buying one as she wished, and held her hand as they slowly wandered through the sea of flowers.
