The dinner was sumptuous, and Isabella Weaver was very full. She patted her belly and muttered softly, "I think I got fatter again?"
Harry Hunter also put his hand there and after feeling it, said earnestly, "Hmm, you're pregnant, it's gotten so big, not bad!"
Isabella Weaver burst into laughter, "How could it be so fast!"
Harry Hunter laughed too, "I don't want it to be so fast either, I'd prefer a few more years of just the two of us."
Isabella Weaver wrapped her arm around his and went upstairs with him, "My work is quite busy too, so later would be better."
She walked into the study Harry Hunter had specially prepared for her, sat down at the desk, turned on the computer, and prepared to look at some materials.
Harry Hunter said helplessly, "Working so hard?"
"After discussing with other old designers today, I realized I lack a lot of professional knowledge, urgently need to catch up!"
"The lady is really... too diligent."
