Harry Hunter paused in the middle of peeling a shrimp, not moving for a while.
Isabella Weaver thought he was angry, but the next second she saw him smile.
Unlike his usual faint smile, this time he grinned, revealing neat white teeth, with laughter deep in his eyes.
Isabella felt a bit uneasy: "Why are you laughing?"
Harry picked up his chopsticks and tapped her on the forehead: "You actually get jealous? I thought you were so generous you'd let your husband go!"
Isabella covered her head where he tapped, glaring at him: "I'm not jealous, I was just asking!"
Besides, when did she say she was letting him go?
Didn't she just play along with him to annoy Miss Lewis away? How is that letting go?
Harry's smile deepened further.
Just then, the waiter came to serve their food: "Here are your dishes, may you have 'Many Sons Soon'!"
Harry: "Honey, you ordered this, go ahead and eat those two little ones, and maybe we'll have twins."
