Harry Hunter didn't care at all that there were two other people sitting in front. He treated them like air and directly pulled Isabella Weaver's hand to his lips for kiss after kiss.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. If Director Valley can't cure it, we'll find better doctors abroad."
Isabella Weaver felt embarrassed to be so intimate in front of others. She wanted to pull her hand back, but Harry wouldn't let her.
She quietly glared at him, signaling him to let go.
Harry just stared at her, from her forehead to her nose bridge, and then to her lips, looking meticulously.
Then, the corners of his lips curved into a smile again.
His lovely wife is really beautiful, no matter how you look at her!
Oh, his taste is really not bad!
Natalie Niles sat in the front passenger seat, watching the little gestures between the two, and the overflowing sweetness through the rearview mirror, her face turning a bit pale.
She couldn't help but close her eyes for a moment.
