"Impossible!"
Isabella Weaver had no idea what on earth he was worried about. How could he be old? He was undeniably in the prime of his life, so handsome it was absurd. If she didn't see him for a day, she'd be drowning in longing.
"Will you still like me when I'm old?"
"I will!"
Isabella answered without hesitation. Even if he were old, he'd be a charming old man.
Just like Ben Hunter, even in his seventies, he still stood straight. In a suit, he exuded a powerful aura, and even if his appearance had aged, you could still catch a glimpse of his dashing looks from his youth.
Harry Hunter was pleased with her straightforward response, brushing his fingers over her delicate skin as he softly said, "I'll try to age slower. You're so much younger than me, it gives me a sense of crisis."
