Harry Hunter chuckled softly, his little wife is quite faithful; once she gets addicted to something, she hardly ever changes.
This is a good thing.
He likes it.
Because she is quite addicted to him right now.
Having ordered food, Harry and Isabella sat at one table, while David and the others sat at another.
Grace Watt was incredibly efficient and soon returned with a bag of sunscreen.
Harry took it, opened them one by one, and finally selected two: "These two should be fine, apply them together, there should be some effect."
With more than a dozen bottles of sunscreen left in the bag, Harry frowned and glanced at the bodyguards and the secretary, finally fixing his gaze on Grace Watt.
After all, she barely counts as a woman.
"Grace, these are for you, take them and use them."
Grace accepted the sunscreen, exchanging bewildered looks with David and Jace.
The three bodyguards are long used to being under the sun, all tanned like coal, so how could they need sunscreen?
