"Am I disrupting your whispering with Zoe?"
"Not at all."
The whispers that needed to be said were already exchanged over the phone.
Isabella pulled Harry Hunter to the dining room, made him sit, while she and Zoe busily got to work, one cooking in the kitchen and the other serving in the dining room, looking like two little maids attending to the Young Master.
Harry didn't want Isabella to busy herself, but she wouldn't listen and was enthusiastically bustling, addressing Harry as 'Young Master' at every turn, not only serving the plates but also feeding him.
Harry swallowed the food, feeling both amused and warm: "Young Madam, you've taken over all the chores of the maids, leaving them without anything to do."
Isabella quickly went to cover his mouth, saying that he'd hurt Zoe's feelings if she overheard.
"You're not allowed to speak, only eat and watch—no, wait, you're not allowed to watch either, only look at me, not at anyone else, got it?"
