After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 26: Young Master Hunter Coaxes People

Outside the door, Connor saw him carrying someone out, grinned and showed his big white teeth: "Young Master, the room is ready for you, you can take a rest."

"Hmm."

Harry Hunter nodded indifferently and entered the elevator.

He had a dedicated suite for resting at Royalton, booked it for an entire year, but rarely stayed there.

Connor thought today was special, so he had the suite redecorated, filled with roses and candles.

Harry was momentarily stunned when he carried Isabella Weaver into the room; then he shook his head, put her on the bed, and went to shower.

When he came out of the shower, he found the person on the bed had disappeared!

She still had the strength to run, apparently she wasn’t as drunk as he thought.

Harry was a bit helpless; he hadn’t intended to do anything, so why did she run?

He just wanted her to get a good night’s sleep here, that’s all.

After running out of Harry’s room, Isabella Weaver slept in her car until noon, waking up with a splitting headache, feeling sick to her stomach.

She drank a few sips of cold water from her cup, feeling a little better.

Last night was too dangerous; she can’t recklessly drink again. Luckily, she kept some presence of mind to escape, otherwise...

"What inappropriate scenes are you imagining?"

A cold voice rang out, startling Isabella Weaver!

A man was standing outside the car, impeccably dressed, tall and handsome, looking fresh, forming a stark contrast to her disheveled appearance.

This guy drank so much more than she did last night, yet showed no signs of a hangover?

Isabella Weaver sat up, rubbed her forehead, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Harry Hunter replied calmly, "I’m waiting for you to wake up."

"What are you waiting for me for?"

"Waiting to get the marriage certificate."

Isabella Weaver almost thought she misheard: "What did you say?"

Harry Hunter opened the car door: "Get out, let’s go get married."

Isabella Weaver’s eyes widened: "Why?"

"I proposed yesterday, you accepted, and now you want to back out?"

"Wasn’t yesterday just an act?!"

"I never said it was an act. You accepted the ring, you’re mine now."

Isabella Weaver took off the ring and threw it out, quickly closing the car door: "Take it back, I don’t want it!"

Harry Hunter caught the ring, said blandly: "Do you know the difference between humans and pigs?"

Isabella Weaver was puzzled, why suddenly mention this?

"Humans keep their promises, while pigs know nothing but eating and sleeping."

Isabella Weaver couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, what’s he implying, calling her a pig?

"You’re the pig!"

She muttered a bit, glared at him, climbed from the back seat to the driver’s seat, fired up the car without looking back, and drove away.

Harry Hunter stood in place for quite a while without moving, while Connor couldn’t help but say: "Young Master, Miss Weaver seems angry!"

Harry Hunter frowned: "Wasn’t my coaxing good?"

Connor’s smile froze instantly; oh my, calling that coaxing? Do you even know how to coax someone properly!!!

It’s just that Isabella Weaver has a good temper; had it been someone with a volatile temper, calling them a pig would have resulted in a fight!

Connor felt like crying but couldn’t shed tears; Young Master is clever in everything else, but when it comes to emotions, he’s insensitive and even numb; the road to getting married is long and challenging!

Harry Hunter glanced at him, said blandly: "Don’t think I don’t know you’re cursing me in your heart. You can’t even keep an eye on a person and let Isabella Weaver run from my room, what’s the use of you?"

Connor felt like crying even more.

Last night, Isabella Weaver looked so drunk with Harry Hunter always by her side, he didn’t keep watch. Who’d have thought she’d run off during a quick bathroom break?