After they left, Harry Hunter took the towel again and carefully wiped Isabella Weaver's face, neck, and hands.
Finally, he pressed Isabella Weaver against the wall and kissed her for a long time.
He liked her more and more.
Even when she went out for a morning run and he didn't see her for a while, he missed her.
He looked down at the little woman in his arms, her face flushed, sweet and adorable, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
It was when she was in his arms that he felt happiness.
"When I recover, I'll run with you. The scenery around our home is better than here, with lakes and lots of flowers. After running, we can head home to shower, have some breakfast, and we could also go fishing. I've seen that the fish in the lake have grown quite fat."
Isabella Weaver hugged his waist, pressed her face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, listening to him describe their future life in a low, pleasant voice, she felt so happy she wanted to cry.
