Isabella raised an eyebrow: "So many demands!"
She tugged at the corner of her lips, revealing a smile, and served him another shrimp.
Harry Hunter ate it, still picky: "No way, the smile is a bit fake, it needs to be genuine or it feels like you have a grudge against me."
Isabella gritted her teeth: "Are you going to eat or not? Why didn't I see a smile on your face when you were shelling shrimp for me?"
Harry Hunter stood up, gently touched her hair, sat beside her, and said softly, "Just teasing you, eat up!"
If he didn't joke with her, the atmosphere might become too intimate, and her cheek would turn into a red apple again soon.
Isabella looked at him suspiciously, and when she saw his calm expression, she finally withdrew her gaze and started eating seriously.
Harry Hunter wasn't eating; he occasionally refilled her soup, picked out fish bones for her, removed bones, and as long as her gaze fell on a dish, she didn't need to move; he already served it to her.
