After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 30 Mr. Hunter’s Embrace

Connor was driving out of a villa when he suddenly exclaimed, "Young Master, isn’t that Miss Weaver? Oh right, it seems Christopher Weaver lives here!"

Harry Hunter saw the slender figure walking alone in the rain and immediately said, "Stop the car!"

"Yes!"

Connor responded, but before the car had come to a complete stop, Harry Hunter had already opened the door and stepped out.

The rain above her suddenly vanished as a big black umbrella was held over her head. Isabella Weaver looked up and saw Harry Hunter’s handsome face.

"Walking in the rain without seeking shelter?"

Harry Hunter’s tone was not very pleasant. Isabella Weaver was silent for a moment, bypassed him, and continued walking towards her car.

Harry Hunter grabbed her back, "You’re young, but quite temperamental. Won’t you even speak to me?"

He held the umbrella entirely over Isabella Weaver’s head, while his own shoulder got quite wet.

Isabella Weaver looked at his expensive suit soaking in the rain, and the endless pain in her heart eased a little; this man brought her a bit of warmth again.

She spoke with a slightly hoarse voice, "Thank you."

Harry Hunter’s expression changed; he tucked her long hair behind her ear, revealing her swollen red face, and coldly asked, "Who hit you?" freēwēbnovel.com

Isabella Weaver avoided his hand, lowered her head again, "It’s nothing."

"Does this look like nothing?" Harry Hunter felt a pang in his heart for some unknown reason. She had apparently just come out from the Weaver Family; at home, who would hit her? Could it be someone like him?

"Was it Christopher Weaver?"

Isabella Weaver remained silent, and Harry Hunter knew he had guessed correctly.

He himself had also been beaten by his father countless times; he knew well how calm and indifferent one’s appearance could be, while feeling so sad and hurt inside.

He stepped forward and held Isabella Weaver tightly in his embrace, "Don’t go back home anymore, Isabella, come with me!"

Isabella Weaver leaned against his chest, feeling the warmth emanating from him, and cried silently.

She had been supporting herself alone for so, so long!

She didn’t know why it was so difficult for her to live!

She was already strong and independent enough, but the storm was getting increasingly crazy, and she also needed to rest, needed a little encouragement!

Harry Hunter watched her cry, his cold hard heart ached again, not knowing what she had gone through. At such a young age, she was so enduring, she wouldn’t even cry out loud like other girls, not even a word of complaint or venting.

It was unknown how much time passed before Isabella Weaver emerged from Harry Hunter’s embrace.

Her emotions had already returned to calmness, only her eyes remained swollen.

She politely thanked Harry Hunter, "Mr. Hunter, thank you for today, and sorry for dirtying your clothes. My car is parked nearby, I’ll take my leave."

An unexplained sense of powerlessness came over Harry Hunter, he felt every time he just got a bit closer to her, she would swiftly retreat, always maintaining a distant space from him.

Could it be true, as Connor said, that he didn’t know how to console people?

Harry Hunter couldn’t help but soften his tone and asked her, "In such heavy rain, where are you going?"

There was a hint of confusion in Isabella Weaver’s eyes; she hadn’t decided where to go.

"Are you going back to school?"

Isabella Weaver shook her head; the school was chaotic, going back meant facing ridicule.

"Back to the club?"

Isabella Weaver shook her head again; the club was a workplace, not somewhere she could go at will.

"So where will you go?"

The confusion in Isabella Weaver’s eyes vanished without a trace; it turned out, she had nowhere to go!