Chapter 63: Mr. Hunter, Let’s Get Married!

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Chapter 63 - 63: Mr. Hunter, Let's Get Married!"Serves you right." Alexander Parker's smile vanished, his face full of guilt: "It's all my fault, I used to scare you, but I've been seriously taking medication recently, and I'm much better!" Isabella Weaver didn't believe him at all! "Really! Cousin, I've raised a few kittens recently, for a couple of months now, and they're all living well. I haven't killed them!" "Hmm, okay." Isabella Weaver lowered her head, hiding the sadness in her eyes. Those kittens probably won't live for long either. "Cousin, do you like me?" Alexander Parker held Isabella Weaver's hand, asking the question without any warning. Isabella Weaver did not respond. If she said she didn't like him, Alexander Parker would immediately become enraged. If she said she liked him, Alexander Parker would definitely not believe her; his intelligence was high enough to easily tell if she was lying, making the consequences even more severe. "Cousin doesn't like me." Alexander Parker answered his own question, then continued: "Cousin told me you have a boyfriend. Do you like that man?" Isabella Weaver quickly raised her head: "No!" "Cousin answered too quickly, which exposed your heart. You care about him, scared of my jealousy, afraid I'll kill him, right?" "It's not!" "Oh, seems like it is." Alexander Parker gently kissed the back of her hand: "Don't be afraid. I haven't killed anyone for a while now. Your forehead has been bleeding, which is a huge torment for me, but I've managed to endure and not touch you." Only then did Isabella Weaver realize the wound on her head had been bleeding the whole time. She was so terrified she had forgotten the pain! Alexander Parker indeed used to become extremely excited at the sight of blood, which would instantly trigger his murderous instincts. He's managed to control himself now! Has he truly improved? Isabella Weaver dared not provoke him, using his coat to wipe the blood away, wrapping her head to avoid letting him see the wound further. Alexander Parker's coat, worth tens of thousands, was used by her to wipe blood and cover her head, yet he didn't mind at all. He reached out to hug her, kissed the top of her head through his coat, and inhaled the scent of her blood, feeling as if he was coming back to life! He whispered gently in her ear: "Cousin, I'll sleep with you tonight." Isabella Weaver remained silent, listening quietly, though her mind raced furiously. She had to find a way to escape! ... As the night wore on, at three in the morning, Harry Hunter returned home under the starlit sky. As soon as he stepped inside, he detected a faint scent of blood. He didn't turn on the lights; in the darkness, he drew his gun, his finger just reaching the trigger, when a soft voice rang out: "Mr. Hunter, is that you?" "Isabella Weaver?" Before he finished speaking, a soft body collided with him. He was embraced. Harry Hunter swiftly secured his gun and picked her up, heading for the sofa: "Why are you here? Are you hurt? Did Christopher Weaver hit you again? Does it hurt?" His barrage of questions made Isabella Weaver burst into tears. Sёarch* The nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The entire night, she was consumed by terror, with no one asking if she was in pain, not even herself. Only this man cared if she was hurting. Cold tears fell on Harry Hunter's fingers, making him tighten his grip, pressing Isabella Weaver against his chest: "Isabella, don't cry. What happened?" But Isabella Weaver's tears resembled a river that had broken its banks, impossible to stop. The pain and fear she endured were known to no one, and escaping from the Weaver Family at midnight drained every ounce of her strength. He had just returned from outside, his embrace cold, yet it strangely warmed her heart. She cried for a long time, letting the fear dissipate with her tears, then lifted her face, clinging to Harry Hunter's neck, and asked: "Do you still mean it when you said you wanted to marry me?" Harry Hunter's hand tightened around her waist suddenly: "Yes." "Then let's get married!" "Alright."

Chapter 63: Mr. Hunter, Let’s Get Married!

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