The summer sunlight was exceptionally bright, and the mist hovering over the Spring Villa Resort was dispersed, revealing its original grandeur and elegance.
Isabella Weaver woke up to the sound of birds and the scent of flowers, and in her drowsiness, felt someone kissing her.
Mr. Hunter was consistent with his morning kisses; as long as she was awake, he would kiss her.
"Good morning, Madam Hunter."
Isabella laughed and kissed him back, "Good morning, husband of Madam Hunter."
"It's the weekend today, you can sleep in a little more."
"A supplier our company is collaborating with invited me for a round of golf."
"Male or female?"
"Male."
"You can't go!"
"He's in his fifties, more like an uncle, and moreover..."
"Still not allowed, cancel it."
Harry Hunter's tone was firm, "He's definitely up to no good!"
