Isabella Weaver went home in the evening, eating dinner when she received a video call from Harry Hunter.
His face looked a bit tired, but his voice was unexpectedly gentle: "Baby, when are you coming?"
"Didn't we agree that I'd come during the last three days of your business trip?"
"But I miss you now."
Harry Hunter looked at her through the video and said in a low voice.
Had Isabella not been listening carefully, she might not have heard his voice.
She chuckled, realizing she wasn't the only one suffering from lovesickness.
"Hang in there; I'll come and keep you company in a couple of days."
Isabella comforted him, noticing his weary complexion, and urged him to rest: "Take a nap, you're so exhausted that dark circles are showing."
"It's because I've been missing you; does it look good?"
Isabella burst into laughter: "How could dark circles look good? You look like a panda."
"A panda doesn't look good? Aren't there many people who love pandas?"
