Isabella Weaver suddenly smiled, she wrapped her arms around Harry Hunter's neck, and softly called him, "Hubby."
"Hmm?"
"Hubby~"
"Hmm."
Harry replied placidly, feeling relieved inside. He finally managed to coax his little sweetheart back into calling him hubby again.
Previously, when she was angry, she would call him Harry Hunter at every turn, or stiffly call him Mr. Hunter, which made his scalp tingle.
He entered the bedroom, placed her on the bed, gave her a kiss, gentle and indulgent, "Be good, take a nap. I'll go downstairs to tidy up the kitchen, then come back to accompany you."
"Okay."
Harry tucked her in with a light blanket, went downstairs, and entered the kitchen, closing the kitchen door to make a call.
"Connor, check who Isabella is collaborating with this afternoon, and have them postpone it. I'm taking Isabella fishing this afternoon."
