Isabella quickly released her embrace, looking at Hunter with a relieved smile, unable to hide her happiness at seeing him again after just a few hours without him.
"I was so worried about you," she said.
"You don't need to worry about me. You know I'm not paralyzed, so I'm not going to slip out of my wheelchair," Hunter replied with a thin smile.
Isabella pouted. "That's not the point!"
"Then what is it?"
Isabella walked toward the sofa, wrapping her arm around Hunter's waist as they moved together.
"Of course, I'm worried Davin will mess with you because he has dirt on me... I'm afraid he'll humiliate you more, break your heart, or even create new problems that will get you into trouble," she said anxiously, sitting down next to Hunter.
She kept pouting while looking at her husband, who seemed relaxed as if he didn't understand her concerns.
"Why are you still smiling?" she asked.
