Dinner was ultimately unpleasant due to Cora Ginger's presence.
Isabella Weaver hardly ate anything, she just couldn't eat.
Harry Hunter didn't force her, he settled the bill and took her out of the restaurant, driving towards the outskirts.
"Where are we going? Aren't we going home?"
"I told you I wanted to take you somewhere, I originally planned to go earlier, but was delayed by Cora Ginger."
Harry Hunter raised his hand to check the time: "It's alright, it's not too late, luckily I had accounted for dinner time beforehand."
Isabella Weaver's curiosity was piqued: "What are you up to?"
"It's a secret."
Harry Hunter laughed softly, keeping her in suspense.
The less he revealed, the more curious Isabella Weaver became. When they reached the destination, she was stunned!
The castle towering nearby was surrounded by tall trees, a vast array of flowers and grasses, and butterflies still fluttering around even in the evening.
