Isabella Weaver gently leaned her head against Harry Hunter's shoulder: "Thank you."
"You're still being so polite with me?"
Harry wrapped his arm around her waist: "I'm very famous now. The old man has painted me as someone who dotes on his wife. Now, the internet has given me a nickname. Can you guess what it is?"
Isabella was curious: "I can't guess."
"Love Guru!"
Isabella burst out laughing on his chest. Using this term on someone as cold as him was truly incongruous!
"So now, if I'm not nice to you, let's not even talk about whether your mom would take me away, the vast number of netizens would definitely curse me to death. I might have to carry this label of a devoted husband for life."
Isabella teased: "What? You don't think carrying it for life is good? Do you want to get rid of this label?"
"I won't get rid of it."
Harry chuckled softly: "I'm not afraid of the netizens, I'm more afraid of your mom."
Isabella was finally amused and relaxed by him.
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