Isabella Weaver not only washed Harry Hunter's hair, but also used a hot towel to apply to his face.
Being served so considerately by her, Harry Hunter finally truly felt the happiness of marriage and having a wife.
With her here, this place feels like home.
On the days she wasn't here, this place was just somewhere to get some sleep.
Harry Hunter couldn't help but pull her left hand over and kissed it lightly.
After washing his hair, Isabella Weaver used a hairdryer to dry it, feeling satisfied only when he looked neat and clean.
After dinner, Harry Hunter half-lay on the sofa, handling company affairs with his laptop, while Isabella Weaver leaned on his side, reading books to improve her design knowledge.
The house was very quiet, and it felt like they were the only ones left in the world, peaceful and warm, which was the kind of stable life Isabella Weaver has always deeply longed for.
