Isabella Weaver poked Harry Hunter twice with a knowing smile: "Young Master, that's enough. If you keep this up, I'm going to start imagining untold stories between the domineering young master and his loyal bodyguard!"
Harry immediately pushed Connor away, coughed, and maintained a calm expression: "There's nothing like that. The domineering young master is only concerned about whether his young madam is hungry, right, Connor?"
"Right, young madam, are you hungry?"
Connor quickly came over to support her, smiling, "I heard from David that the young madam is expecting the young master? Congratulations! When I become king, I'll invite the young master to play in S Kingdom, and I'll be his steed!"
Isabella was quickly led astray by him, her eyes sparkling: "Why not let him recognize you as his godfather? You can give him some title like Prince later on; it'd be quite impressive to say!"
Connor looked at Harry with hope: "Young Master, may I?"
