Isabella Weaver placed her hand in the palm of Harry Hunter, who tightly clasped his large hand around hers. Together, they walked down the steps toward the dazzling Maybach.
She raised the corners of her lips in a smile.
Cora Ginger has changed, so what?
As long as her Harry will never change, that's enough.
"Hubby, what are we eating tonight? I'm kind of craving crispy fried anchovies."
Harry raised an eyebrow slightly. It seemed that his little wife had improved a lot mentally, knowing that Cora Ginger was plotting against her, yet still keeping her composure and thinking about eating anchovies. Much better than last time.
Last time, she couldn't control her emotions and was almost on the verge of breakdown with sadness.
