Harry Hunter's face showed a bit of a grimace. How did she come to this conclusion?
He leaned close to Isabella Weaver's ear and murmured softly, "Was it because I didn't satisfy you a few days ago? Is that why you're doubting my abilities?"
Isabella's ear tingled from the heat of his breath. She glanced nervously at Connor in front of them, seeing that he seemed to have heard nothing and was intently focused on driving. She relaxed a little.
Harry pulled her into his arms, holding her waist: "Answer my question; if I didn't satisfy you, tonight I'll make sure you are."
His voice was deep, whispering suggestively, and he even deliberately traced Isabella Weaver's earlobe with the tip of his tongue after speaking.
Isabella nearly let out a cry!
He's crazy!
Connor is still here!
Afraid Harry would act out again, she quickly nodded, whispered, "I was satisfied, don't go overboard!"
Saying this made her feel so ashamed, her fair skin blushing lightly as if she were drunk.
