Isabella had a gut feeling that she had angered him, but what was there for him to be angry about? Clearly, she was the one who should be upset!
On what grounds was he so furious!
But after waiting for quite a while, she didn't see him make any further moves, his brows and eyes cold without a trace of warmth.
She didn't know how long it had been until she finally heard him let out a low sigh.
"Isabella, are you an idiot?"
"You're the idiot!"
"Do you not know how much I love you? A three-day conference, and I only attended one day. I rushed back today because I missed you to death, so how could you ask if I don't like you?"
"But you don't want to have children with me!"
"I do."
Harry Hunter spoke in a low, tender voice as he hugged her.
He had been furious just now, but because it was her, he managed to control himself, not wanting to treat her harshly in a moment of anger between them.
"I just think you're still young..."
"I'm not young anymore!"
