Harry Hunter stepped forward, lifting the slightly bowed Isabella Weaver horizontally into his arms.
Isabella Weaver was flustered: "What are you doing?"
"Taking you to bed."
Isabella Weaver was quite uneasy, whispering: "I'm not sleeping, there are others here, put me down!"
Harry Hunter turned around, looking at Cora Ginger.
Cora Ginger: "Ah! The weather is really nice today! Perfect for a walk outside, Connor, don't you think?"
Connor was shocked, this girl's skill at lying was even better than his, what was she up to, trying to steal his job?
"Of course!"
He couldn't be outdone by a girl, rushing out the door first.
Cora Ginger ran out with a giggle, closing the door: "Hey, Connor, don't walk so fast, wait for me, I don't have an umbrella!"
In an instant, only Harry Hunter and Isabella Weaver were left in the living room.
"Didn't you hurt your back and shoulder? Put me down."
Harry Hunter, with a calm expression, carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed.
