Harry Hunter didn't mind the deep bite marks she left on him, gently wiping her tears and soothing her: "Silly, there's no reason to be jealous like this. Connor is dating Natalie Niles; how could this be a matter of me not wanting to let go? Do you think I'm a saint who gives the woman I love to someone else?"
He pulled out a wet wipe to clean Isabella Weaver's hand: "From now on, you're not allowed to touch a man's hand; Connor's hand is off limits too! If the person standing here today wasn't Connor, I'd chop his hand off!"
He kissed Isabella Weaver's cheek: "Alright, alright, be good. Don't cry anymore. I'll tell Connor that he can't see that woman in the future."
"But what if she really falls in love with Connor?"
"Who cares? My wife is the most important!"
"But what if Connor likes her too?"
"Who cares? My wife is the most important!"
"We can't just break up people randomly, or else what's the difference between me and Natalie Niles who broke up Connor and Cora?"
