When Isabella Weaver woke up again and discovered it was already past three in the afternoon, she was extremely annoyed: "It's all your fault! I can't finish my work today!"
Harry Hunter, having eaten and rested well, was in good spirits and coaxed her with a smile: "Got a bit out of hand, I'll be more careful next time. I can be your strongman and go to the company to help you work."
"I wouldn't dare use you, President Hunter. You should go manage your Star Region!"
"The Star Region is thriving; managing it is boring. It's more interesting to be your strongman." As long as he could see her, hold her, it was all meaningful.
Isabella ignored his flippant talk, got dressed, and got out of bed.
As soon as her foot touched the floor, she let out an "Ouch."
Harry quickly got up and carried her back: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
Isabella was both angry and embarrassed: "It's all your fault!"
"My fault, my fault."
