Pretending to struggle while walking with a cane, Hunter left the room with Isabella. Occasionally, he smiled, glancing at his wife, who was watching him closely.
"Don't look at me like that; I'm not going to fall," he said. "You know this is just an act, right?"
Isabella quickly looked away, smiling shyly.
"There he is." Hunter spotted a man sitting on the sofa in the living room, his back turned toward them.
"Who is he?" Isabella asked.
"He's my cousin, the son of my mother's younger sister," Hunter replied as they continued walking.
Isabella remained silent as they approached the sofa, where the man immediately stood up to greet them.
"Davin," Hunter greeted him with a friendly smile.
"Hunter!" Davin embraced him briefly, then released him, holding Hunter's arms and looking at his fresh face, especially noticing his slightly damp hair. "You look better!"
