Chapter 79: I’ll Carry You

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Chapter 79: Chapter 79: I’ll Carry YouHarry Hunter raised his watch to show her: "It’s already midnight. You’re working too hard; you can’t do this next time." He was actually very angry that the gallery locked her inside, completely forgetting about her! If he hadn’t found Isabella Weaver today, she wouldn’t have been able to unlock the code lock, and she would have been sitting in this cold gallery all night long! "Oh." Isabella responded softly, also realizing that the gallery had completely forgotten her and locked her inside. She didn’t know how Harry found her. To avoid being found by Christopher Weaver, she deliberately hid her whereabouts and even changed her clothes and hat midway. He must have spent a lot of effort to find her. Her eyes were a little wet; in this world, there was still someone who cared about her, searched for her everywhere, and brought her warmth. "What’s wrong, are you upset again?" In the dim light, Harry held her slightly cool hand, thinking he had said something too harsh and upset her again. Isabella shook her head: "No, it’s just a bit uncomfortable suddenly being cared for." Harry’s heart suddenly ached. Christopher Weaver is truly unforgivable! Such a daughter should be loved, yet he finds every way to torment her! In the darkness, Isabella tripped over something and nearly fell. Harry caught her, then crouched in front of her: "Get on, I’ll carry you." Isabella hurriedly waved her hand: "No, no, I just wasn’t careful, we’re at the door now, I can walk out myself!" Harry didn’t move: "Listen, Isabella." Isabella looked up, found an excuse by glancing at the doorman Connor: "I can’t, someone’s watching, it’s too embarrassing!" seaʀᴄh thё ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Harry: "Connor!" Connor immediately turned his back: "Young Madam, I can’t see anything, I’m blind!" Isabella burst out laughing, her mood lightened, and she stopped refusing, leaning onto Harry’s back. Harry grasped her thigh firmly, stood up steadily, and strode out. Isabella actually regretted as soon as he picked her up. She blamed herself for lacking experience, not realizing being carried involved so much close contact! The warmth from his palm seeped through her jeans to her thigh. Her upper body had to press against his back to avoid falling off, and she even had to wrap her arms around his neck to prevent him from having to exert too much effort to carry her. This... Isn’t this what couples in the heat of love do? "Where are you taking me?" Isabella thought he would put her down once they left the gallery, but he continued carrying her and walked on. "Taking you for a walk, are you tired?" "Not tired." How could she be tired, she was on his back, not needing to walk herself, the tired one must be him! "Hungry?" "Not hungry." Isabella didn’t feel very hungry; she was always too busy with part-time work to eat, and when she was deeply absorbed in painting, she would forget to eat, already used to it. The gallery was in a remote location, and it was late at night; there wasn’t a single pedestrian on the road, only the two of them moving slowly. The world was quiet, as if only they were left. Originally, Isabella disliked the dark, silent nights, but with Harry’s steady steps and broad back, she felt an indescribable sense of security, making the dark, cold night seem lovely.

Chapter 79: I’ll Carry You

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