Her morning voice sounded especially languid and charming, coupled with a coy tone, the sweet air filled the entire hospital room.
Harry Hunter knew she hadn't rested for two days and a night, his voice tender beyond belief: "I won't scare you, be good, Isabella, sleep a little more, hold me tight, I'm warm."
When had Ben Hunter ever seen his grandson this gentle and loving?
His eyes widened, his jaw almost dropped with shock!
The Harry he personally raised, he knew Harry's personality the best; his grandson was clearly a little monster who didn't understand what gentleness meant at all! Talking to this little monster, one would surely be infuriated within three sentences!
Yet he actually coaxed someone?
Ben stroked his chin, oh my, his grandson has really become sensible!
Wasn't he randomly marrying a "waitress"? But this didn't look like ordinary sweetness!
In any case, he had never experienced such sweetness in his entire life!
Ben felt a bit sour in his heart.
