Isabella originally thought this dress wasn't quite suitable for her, the color was too bright, but when Harry Hunter said "it's beautiful," she laughed and felt that orange seemed nice.
"Come over."
Harry Hunter put down the computer and patted the spot next to him.
Isabella didn't move, contemplating whether to take this opportunity to leave. She had already found a guesthouse to stay, she couldn't keep staying at his place.
"Do you want me to come over and hold you?"
Isabella's heart skipped a beat, she hurriedly said, "No need!"
She sat beside Harry Hunter, maintaining a distance from him.
Harry Hunter, however, shifted closer, sticking to her, applied ointment to the wound on her forehead, and then put on a new band-aid.
Isabella felt that his actions seemed particularly gentle today. She herself didn't take the injury seriously, but he's always treated it earnestly, giving her a pleasant illusion of being cared for.
