Harry Hunter also laughed and continued to ask her: "Do you like Alexander Parker?"
Isabella Weaver shook her head vigorously: "No, I don't like him! My cousin... my cousin is a cannibal! Boo hoo, my cousin likes to eat my fingers..."
Harry Hunter couldn't laugh anymore; he looked down at Isabella Weaver's slender hand resting on his chest, feeling frustrated.
Just how many times had Alexander bitten her for her to remember even when she's drunk!
Harry Hunter took a deep breath, deciding not to torture himself anymore. Asking questions about Alexander Parker was like pouring salt on his own wounds.
He would ask about happier things.
"Isabella, do you like me?"
"Like!"
Isabella Weaver responded to him immediately, and after a moment, she muttered drowsily: "Huh, why does this question seem so familiar?"
"Then I'll change the question. Isabella, do you love me?"
"Love you!"
"Hmm, say you love Harry Hunter."
"You love Harry Hunter!"
