Harry Hunter didn't feel like he'd spoiled his little wife too much; everything he did felt very natural.
After breakfast, he planted a kiss on Isabella Weaver's forehead before heading to the office.
After he left, Isabella quickly ran to the balcony, watching Harry's tall figure get into Connor's car through the window, and only after the car disappeared, did she withdraw her gaze.
She smiled slightly; now, it really felt a bit like married life.
Moreover, ever since their marriage, Harry seemed to have stopped drinking and going to the Royalton Club. He began working normal hours, just like a typical nine-to-five office worker.
Of course, Harry couldn't possibly be an office worker. He had reclaimed the family's wealth through marriage, including the family business. He was definitely the leader, not an employee.
Suddenly, her phone rang. Isabella saw it was an unfamiliar number and assumed it was the magazine calling, so she answered right away.
