Chapter 278: A Night of Tenderness

Words : 615 Updated : Oct 9th, 2025

Isabella Weaver hides under the blanket, unable to stop laughing. Harry Hunter finally manages to rescue her head from under the blanket. Seeing her messy hair and bright eyes like stars, laughing and breathing deeply, he suddenly feels his heart filled. When the little girl laughs and messes around like this, his whole life becomes vibrant because of her. He can’t help but lower his head to kiss her hair, kiss her cheek, feeling her joy and relaxation, before slowly pressing her down. Isabella Weaver is shy to death: "Harry..." "Hmm?" "I seem to remember Doctor Niles telling you to lie down for one or two months? Does your injury not hurt anymore?" "Quack doctor, it doesn’t hurt." "I don’t believe it, how can it heal so quickly?" "The bandages are removed, if you don’t believe me, feel for yourself." Isabella Weaver’s bandages on her hands have all been removed, her two hands groping in the dim light, her fingers touching Harry’s skin, discovering he is also very warm. Her heart beats like a drum, feeling the scars on Harry’s shoulder, feeling distressed: "This hasn’t healed, has it? Why did you remove the bandages? It must hurt!" Harry doesn’t feel pain; he just feels a tingling sensation in the places she touches with her fingers. He suddenly kisses Isabella Weaver, strips off her clothes, conquering. Isabella Weaver gradually becomes dazed, as Harry brings her an unprecedented tactile experience. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her head leaving the blanket, dazedly seeking his kiss. Harry barely leaves her lips when she sticks close again, nearly igniting him with a fiery passion! He kisses her again until her lips become swollen from kissing, seeing her satisfied before releasing her. Clothes fall to the ground, the two closely pressed against each other. Harry holds her, just attempting to enter when Isabella Weaver winces and cries out in pain. The pain awakens her a bit, but she is still unwilling to let go of Harry. Harry feels her reliance and affection, kisses her, waits a while before trying again. This time, Isabella Weaver’s pain is more intense than the first time, but she bites her lip without making a sound. She actually loves Harry more than he imagined; she hopes to bring him a pleasant experience. But Harry’s full attention is on her; he knows she is sensitive and afraid of pain, seeing her eyes tightly shut, lashes fluttering, biting her lip hard, fingers clenched around the blanket, suddenly feeling an intense heartache. He immediately stops, hugging Isabella Weaver, kissing her nonstop: "Baby, it’s okay, we won’t try anymore!" He can’t bear to let her suffer even a bit, would rather suffer himself. Isabella Weaver opens her eyes, sees the deep pain in his gaze, knowing he is unwilling to hurt her. Tears slide down her cheeks, for the first time sure she didn’t marry the wrong person. Harry sees her crying, instantly a bit flustered, hurriedly wipes her tears: "What’s wrong? Does it hurt? Did I hurt you? Should we go to the hospital?" Isabella Weaver quickly shakes her head: "It’s nothing!" "Then should we call Johan Niles?" "No way!" Isabella Weaver, both angry and amused, leans on him and bites him: "Don’t talk to him about this, or any other doctor!" "Okay." Harry sees she really is fine, regaining his composure. Being bitten, he doesn’t mind at all, his voice gentle: "Sleep!" "Okay." Isabella Weaver nests in his arms, feeling his unabated vigor, not daring to move, quietly closing her eyes. Half awake and half asleep, she feels Harry still kissing her, hearing him low and deep say: "Isabella, I love you, love you very much..."

Chapter 278: A Night of Tenderness

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