"Speak! What happened at home?!"
Isabella Weaver felt a turmoil inside but kept a calm demeanor: "Nothing happened, withdrawing in time was the wise move."
"What withdrawal? Withdraw from what?!"
Harry Hunter's entire presence dropped to freezing point: "Why didn't you wait for me this morning? You just left without even a kiss!"
Isabella Weaver got angry all of a sudden: "Do you need me to wait? You don't need me at all!"
"I need you!"
Harry Hunter shouted, seeing Isabella Weaver's eyes were red with stubbornness not to cry, he suddenly loosened his grip and pulled her into his arms: "I came to your office this morning, but you didn't see me! You didn't answer my calls, didn't reply to my texts, and in the afternoon you brought up divorce. Baby, are you trying to drive me to death?"
Isabella Weaver was about to speak when two figures appeared outside the office door that was kicked open by Harry Hunter.
Connor.
Natalie Niles!
