Isabella Weaver's body was extremely sensitive, she couldn't bear being teased by him like this!
She hurriedly pressed down Harry Hunter's hand, "Don't mess around!"
"Hmm."
Harry Hunter saw her lips as red and alluring as tempting cherries, and couldn't help but peck them gently, saying in a low, composed voice, "We'll sleep together when your hand is healed."
"What?!"
"I'm not going to favor Cherry Lewis, I've never slept with her, and I won't in the future either."
Isabella Weaver's fair face suddenly turned red!
Harry Hunter actually knew!
She's going to be killed by Cora Ginger!
She clenched her teeth and said, "It has nothing to do with me!"
Harry Hunter suddenly took out a few sheets of paper from his jacket pocket and showed them to Isabella Weaver, "This is the divorce agreement you signed."
After speaking, he tore the agreement to pieces.
