"That won't work either, we're just in a contract marriage, I can't take advantage of you." Isabella Weaver stood up and was about to leave.
Harry Hunter was slightly exasperated. Couldn't she see the big words on his face saying "I just want you to take advantage"?
"Finish your meal before you go. Aunt Hart made a lot of dishes, I can't finish them alone."
Seeing her hesitation, Harry added, "She was happy to receive the red envelope yesterday and is waiting for your praise today to get another one. You don't want to leave her without a red envelope, do you?"
Isabella thought for a moment and finally nodded, "Then I'll trouble you one more time, next time I'll treat you."
"Okay."
Harry was somewhat amused and helpless, never seen a wife like this, thinking about the maid and pulling money from her husband.
Aunt Hart and her companion finished cooking, tidied up the house, received two more red envelopes, and left with endless gratitude.
