"Oh."
Isabella nodded and stood barefoot on the floor: "Then I'll follow you."
Harry Hunter laughed, his little wife was really clingy!
He took some dry clothes from the closet, picked up Isabella, and went into the bathroom.
He took off his wet clothes and stood under the shower to rinse off, while Isabella stood at the door watching him without blinking.
The satisfaction a man feels in his heart was overwhelming for Harry Hunter!
He finished showering in two minutes, casually dried off with a towel, and stood in front of Isabella.
He laid a towel on the pristine marble washstand, lifted her up onto it, and wrapped a towel around her — the one originally wrapped was pulled off by him.
Then he took a hairdryer and started to blow-dry her hair.
Isabella hadn't expected him to restrain himself and stared at him blankly: "I thought you just now..."
Harry Hunter ran his fingers through her hair and chuckled lightly: "What, are you disappointed?"
Isabella quickly denied: "No!"
