Hunter sighed, swallowed his saliva, and looked at Isabella, who was ignoring him, before quickly sitting next to her.
"How did you get here without a wheelchair or a cane?" Isabella asked without turning around.
"I didn't need them, Davin has left," Hunter replied anxiously. "I asked him to leave... I didn't want him to mess up our situation."
Isabella remained silent, recalling their conversation from a few minutes ago.
"You should know that he's not as good as you think... He often does things that make me angry," Hunter said again.
"But I think there's nothing wrong with what he said. The problem is that you overreacted, as if you don't want to be seen as a bad husband to me," Isabella responded, turning to look at Hunter, noticing the anxiety on his handsome and fresh face. "You... You shouldn't have said you could open a boutique for me, to make me a professional designer... That's something excessive," she continued.
