Harry Hunter withdrew his hand, his face expressionless, but inside, he cursed Alexander Parker dozens of times!
He never had the heart to hurt Isabella Weaver even in the slightest. If he kissed her too hard and she said it hurt, he would restrain himself. She was very pampered, his little spoiled girl who he always indulged, yet she was bitten like this by Alexander Parker!
Suppressing his anger, he saw the medicine in the IV was almost finished, so he directly pulled out the needle and patted the empty spot beside him: "Come over here, sleep with me."
Isabella obediently climbed up and laid down beside him.
"Why are you lying so far away? Come closer."
Isabella moved a bit closer to him, but still kept a few centimeters distance.
Harry laughed in frustration: "Are you becoming distant from me? Don't you want to be near me?"
"No."
"Then why?"
"I feel guilty."
"What guilt do you have?"
Isabella touched her neck, looking dejected and forlorn: "I was bitten by someone."
