Isabella Weaver lifted her head, kissed his lips, and collapsed softly into his arms.
Harry Hunter pulled her onto him, letting her stay on top, kissed her for a good while, then carried her to the bathroom for a shower.
Isabella Weaver's body was soft and weak. She leaned on Harry Hunter, feeling his warmth and heartbeat, and wrapped her arms around his waist.
She spoke with a hint of coquettishness: "You're not allowed to hire a female bodyguard in the future!"
"Mm, I won't."
"And you can't just bring women home randomly!"
"Mm, I won't."
Harry Hunter rinsed the soap off her, caressed her bare, slender back, then leaned down to gently suck on her fragrant shoulder: "I'll even change the company's secretary to a male."
"That's not necessary. Last time I saw your secretary, she was working very diligently and reacted quickly. She worked well with you. Changing people would require readjustment, and that would be inconvenient."
