However, what Harry Hunter cared about the most was that T-shirt.
All the other gifts were unique, but there were two T-shirts, on the white fabric, front and back, were drawings—sketches of two people holding hands.
Harry immediately recognized Isabella Weaver's drawing style: "Is this us?"
Isabella nodded, her smile bright: "Couple outfits, I designed them, you won't find anyone wearing the same."
Harry once again admired the advantage of marrying a designer!
Harry was originally wearing a bath towel. He tossed it aside and picked up the T-shirt, putting it on.
The size fit perfectly.
He picked up the other one and handed it to Isabella: "Let's wear this to sleep tonight."
Isabella couldn't help but giggle: "That's not sleepwear!"
"I just like sleeping in it."
Harry took her hand, leading her to the bathroom to wash her face: "Little kitten."
He always liked giving her nicknames and calling her endearing names, treating her like a child.
