Isabella's face turned red: "I'm not joking with you!"
"Neither am I."
Harry Hunter held her hand, preventing her from pulling away, and drove smoothly and quickly with one hand until they returned to the villa.
Isabella was just about to get out of the car, but before her feet touched the ground, she was scooped up and carried into the living room.
"I didn't fight, I'm not hurt, there's no need to carry me, I can walk myself!"
"I want to carry you."
Harry's voice was emotionless, calmly stating it like an objective fact.
He carried Isabella all the way to the bathroom, turned on the shower, tested the water temperature, and then looked down to see Isabella in his arms with a wary expression.
Her cute and interesting expression sparked a playful feeling in his usually cold demeanor.
"What are you looking at? The water is ready, take off your clothes."
Isabella's eyes widened: "You, you, you..."
