Isabella Weaver's cheeks turned red, and she ran into the living room, soon coming out with a bottle of red wine and two goblets: "Let's have some wine!"
Harry Hunter laughed: "You can't drink, you just got over a fever, took some medicine this morning, do you not care about your life?"
"Then I'll just have a little! Just a little!"
Isabella gestured with her fingers, pouring a little for Harry and a little for herself: "Cheers!"
Harry saw that there was only a tiny sip in her glass, so he let her be. She was so happy, having a sip or two wasn't a big deal.
He had grilled the fish and handed it to her with affection and tenderness: "Eat up!"
Isabella still tore off a piece to give to Harry's lips before eating it herself.
Harry couldn't resist holding her, the little girl always let him have the first bite! How could he not love her?
