Harry Hunter's heart was tinged with a delicate ache, a pain that grew ever larger, leading him to hug her tighter and tighter, and at some point, he had bent down to kiss her.
Isabella Weaver sensed his emotion and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"
Her words were unclear, but Harry Hunter still heard them.
His emotions surged fiercely, his voice slightly hoarse, "It's nothing, I missed you, baby. I was afraid something would happen to you, and immediately came back without caring about anything else."
Isabella looked up to see that his eyes were actually red. She was startled and hurriedly reassured him, "I'm fine, the baby is fine too. Don't worry, the bodyguards are very diligent and responsible, so many people are protecting me. You just focus on your work; don't worry about things at home. It's your birthday today; cheer up."
Harry Hunter's eyes became even redder, his tone self-reproachful, "I didn't protect you well..."
"How could that be? Aren't I well protected?"
