Isabella swallowed hard, feeling suffocated by the pain in her heart, caused by her foolishness, making her immediately bow her head with tearful eyes.
"I don't know. Is this all because of my foolishness, or maybe I'm just not worthy of being loved," she said sadly. "I wanted proof of seriousness from a man who never really wanted to show it... Time and again, I saw signs that he was never truly serious, but I kept thinking maybe he just didn't have the means. I just kept thinking positively," she continued.
Hunter sighed, then lifted Isabella's chin, making her look up, revealing her beautiful but swollen face.
"You're a good girl, and you're worthy of being loved. Joe... he's really lucky... But if he keeps leaving you in this position, then he's not good for you. You're precious, you deserve someone better than him," he said.
Isabella remained silent.
"Be realistic, throw away the pity... Sometimes what seems sad isn't that sad," Hunter said again. "You have to be firm... You've waited for him long enough, and that should have been enough time for him to understand that you love him for who he is. He should have had the courage to discuss plans by now... And it's not just because I'm jealous, but I don't like him keeping you in pain and suffering... Didn't he know from the beginning that you were going to focus on this marriage even before you knew I could walk? He shouldn't have interfered... Especially since you're doing this to get out of debt. I know you love him, but you have to be firm. Okay?" he added, raising his eyebrows and nodding.
Isabella remained silent, continuing to gaze at Hunter, who showed no anger after her honesty.
"Then... what about you?" she asked.
Hunter smiled faintly and turned his face away, looking at his fingers. "I'm fine. I'm used to seeing women who catch my eye love other men. Maybe that's my fate... Maybe I'm just not that attractive," he said.
"You're very attractive." Isabella held Hunter's arm, looking at him with pity. "You never left me even when I was tormenting... You always brought me comfort... I find something I need in my life in you."
"You must be flattering me out of pity."
"No... Not at all. This is a fact!" Isabella reassured him. "Remember what I told you earlier... I'm in a dilemma because I can't stop thinking about you while I'm with him... If it weren't for my feelings for you, I wouldn't be feeling this."
Hunter turned back to Isabella, biting his lower lip, and staring at her deeply before slowly smiling.
"Then you should let me make you happy," he said. "Whether you go through with this marriage after three months or not... that will be your decision, something you'll share in time we have plans, not now," he continued.
Isabella was stunned, her lips hesitant to speak, but her eyes showed admiration for Hunter.
"I know you need time to organize your heart," Hunter murmured, then glanced at Isabella's phone on her lap. "Sorry, I broke your phone. I'll replace it with a new one," he added.
Isabella quickly grabbed her phone and turned on the screen.
"It's okay, it still works... I just need to replace the screen protector," she said, looking back at Hunter.
"This phone isn't good enough for a billionaire's wife," Hunter replied, reaching for the phone. "I'll get you a new one tomorrow."
"No, I—"
"I'm not taking no for an answer," Hunter shook his head, moving closer to Isabella. "Remember what I said. I'm going to make you happy."
Isabella smiled, turning her gaze away from Hunter's piercing eyes that seemed to touch her heart.
"You are so beautiful," Hunter whispered, biting his lower lip while admiring Isabella's lovely lips. "Your lips... your nose, your green eyes... Everything about you is perfectly etched in my mind. Every moment you're not by my side, I'll always remember your stunning beauty," he continued, caressing Isabella's lips as his breath quickened along with his heartbeat.
Isabella bit her lower lip, the look in Hunter's eyes, his words, and his deep voice sending shivers through her, making her anticipate the warmth and strength of his embrace.
"You..." She immediately kissed her husband aggressively, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Hunter reciprocated the kiss, slowly lifting Isabella to sit on his lap. The kiss grew more passionate, and his hands began exploring her body, still wrapped in her dress.
"I want you!" Isabella whispered breathlessly, running her hands over Hunter's warm, muscular back.
Hunter smiled, tilting his head to gaze at Isabella's face, now so close to his. "Did you ask for it first?"
"Yes... You're too beautiful... Don't you know that?" Isabella cupped Hunter's jaw with a smile. "Sometimes I feel guilty, but also happy... But... it doesn't seem wrong either. I'm your wife... Is it a sin for me to make love to my husband?" she asked.
"No," Hunter whispered. "It's not wrong at all... it's our right... Whatever happens out there, and however people judge us, it's not our fault. God won't punish a husband and wife for making love... That's absurd. That would be strange... We are married before God, aren't we?"
Isabella nodded.
"Then stop feeling guilty... You're mine!" Hunter affirmed, and Isabella quickly kissed his lips again.
He tried to match her intensity while lowering her dress to her waist, exposing her plump, smooth breasts.
"Emhh... My melons... I love their scent!" he whispered excitedly as he kissed his wife's breasts.
Isabella remained silent, lost in the pleasure of Hunter's lips and tongue alternating between her breasts, making her heartbeat quicken, her breath become ragged, and her body feel hot. She hugged his head, her eyes closed, her lips starting to moan, but it was short-lived as her phone suddenly rang.
Hunter paused and glanced at Isabella's phone beside them, noticing a video call from Joe.
"You can answer it," he said.
"That's impossible," Isabella replied nervously. "I'm not dressed properly, and even my hair is messy."
"You can fix your clothes and hair, then call him back... He's probably been waiting for you... Don't you feel bad for him?" Hunter asked.
"And what about me? Don't you feel bad for me?" Isabella asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do I have to hold back the passion that's already building? What if I end up angry all night because of this? Do you want me to run away again?"
"No!" Hunter shook his head, laughing, amused by Isabella's anger over the idea of postponing their intimacy. "We'll do it... Okay, we won't think about anyone else!" He assured her, then wrapped his arms around her neck and kissed her again.
Isabella returned the kiss, but only briefly before stopping. She shifted to hug her husband, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Please... make me feel comfortable... I don't want to deal with anything. Just us," she whispered.
"Of course, baby... You'll feel the beauty of our every night," Hunter replied, then carried Isabella to the bed, ignoring her phone, which kept ringing.