Isabella Weaver listened to his tone and felt that this compensation definitely wasn't normal, so she immediately said, "No need."
Harry Hunter leaned in and whispered in her ear.
Isabella's face flushed; this man really wasn't planning on giving a proper compensation!
"Is this compensation for you or for me?"
"You don't like it?"
"I don't like it!"
"But that's not what you said a few nights ago. Who was it that hugged me and wouldn't let go?"
Isabella buried her face in her arm: "It wasn't me..."
His skin was too thick; he could say anything. Next time she wouldn't hug him for sure, best would be to kick him off the bed!
Harry's expression remained calm. He put her soft, boneless hand in his palm and gave it a gentle squeeze, "I'm just teasing, if you get upset, I'll have to coax you later. I'll take you to a nice place, you'll definitely like it."
David drove, carrying them through the traffic.
