Harry Hunter's eyelids twitched: "No, my mother-in-law definitely wouldn't want me to visit her right now."
He held onto the small fist on his chest, wrapping her hand in his palm, and didn't speak for a long time.
Isabella Weaver cautiously glanced at him, thinking he was upset—when Harry was unhappy, he would always want to hold her and liked to grasp her hand. His mood couldn't be judged based on whether he wanted to be physically close to her.
"How about this, you go on your business trip first, and I'll come to find you after finishing the company's affairs here, and accompany you for the last few days."
Harry originally thought that since she refused to go on a business trip with him, he would just assign more bodyguards to protect her. He didn't expect her to take a step back willingly.
