Harry Hunter hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. He realized that when Isabella Weaver was around, all his stress would vanish. She didn't have to do anything, yet she created a comfortable and peaceful atmosphere.
After finishing a drawing, Isabella Weaver turned to look at Harry Hunter, only to find he had fallen asleep on the sofa.
A feeling stirred within her, and she walked over quietly.
The sofa was a bit small; he was tall and had long legs, so he could only curl up sideways on it.
Isabella Weaver suddenly felt a bit of pity for him. Unlike her, he was a favored child of heaven, a true nobleman, yet now he was sleeping on a small sofa in a humble lodge, unable to even stretch his legs.
His whole body dressed in an expensive handmade suit and his handsome face seemed so out of place in her small lodge.
