Isabella looked at him with reddened eyes, caressing his face repeatedly, and finally said, "I won't live that long, will I?"
"You will!"
Harry Hunter held her and returned to the dining room: "My family has longevity genes. My grandfather's father lived to be one hundred and ten, my grandfather's grandfather one hundred and three. Look at the old man now, he's over seventy, still lively and energetic, living past a hundred is no problem."
"Honey."
"Yes."
"Are you stupid?"
"Huh?"
"I'm not from your family; your family's longevity genes won't affect me!"
"How can you not be from my family? You married into the Hunter Family, so you're part of the family, and naturally you'll live long!"
Can it really be counted like that?
Did Young Master Hunter get a zero in biology at school?
But Isabella was ultimately moved by what he said, her heart fluttered, and she held Harry Hunter's waist, unwilling to let go.
"So when I get old and ugly, will you dislike me?"
