When she returned to the hotel, it was already midnight. Isabella Weaver came out of the shower and stood by the hotel's floor-to-ceiling window, feeling like everything was a beautiful dream. She hadn't been this happy and carefree in a long time.
Everything Harry Hunter brought was unprecedented.
Most importantly, she felt the breath of complete freedom. She didn't need to restrain herself, nor was she shackled; she could follow her heart and do what she wanted to do.
This is life!
Harry Hunter watched Isabella Weaver standing by the window in a bathrobe. Her gaze transitioned from hazy to clear, and finally became resolute. Then she opened her laptop, searched for some information, and began sketching.
His eyes were filled with unconcealed shock. This little girl was too driven. He thought that after enjoying today, she would come back, exhausted, and go to sleep. Unexpectedly, she was full of energy and started working!
Could it be that he married a workaholic wife?
