Cherry Lewis recognized the ring on Isabella Weaver's hand!
She had seen it at Harry Hunter's villa before. When she wanted to try it on, Harry wouldn't even let her touch it!
Now, it was actually on Isabella Weaver's hand!
Didn't he say it was the only treasure left by his mother and no one else could wear it?!
A few days ago, Harry proposed to this servant. She didn't take it seriously at all—just a servant, how could she compete with her?
Harry was just trying to anger her, finding a random substitute.
But now...
"Brother Harry, did you really, really marry this servant?" Cherry Lewis's tears fell. "Are you treating your marriage like a game just to upset me? She doesn't suit you at all, just a servant, she can't possibly help you!"
Harry Hunter's face was indifferent, the impatience in his eyes becoming increasingly obvious.
Isabella Weaver looked at Cherry Lewis with some puzzlement. Why do some people always think that everything others do is because of them?
