After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 861: Birthday

Harry Hunter gently picked her up, slowly walked upstairs, and took her back to the bedroom.

Isabella Weaver wasn’t sleeping too deeply. When she opened her eyes, she saw Harry carefully placing her onto the bed.

She wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist, pulling him down on top of her.

Harry, weighing down on her, was startled: "Be careful, I’m so heavy, what if I crush the two of you?"

Isabella started to laugh softly.

Lately, he liked using the phrase "the two of you," and she enjoyed hearing it.

Carrying a small life is truly a magical experience, and many things in life are changing.

"The two of us are not that fragile. Didn’t Doctor Niles say it’s fine not to be too cautious? Everything should be the way it is. I’m young and healthy, so the baby is fine too."

Isabella had always thought that if she had a baby, she would be a hundred times more nervous than Harry.

But the opposite was true. Before the pregnancy, he didn’t care about the baby and didn’t even want one, but now he’s incredibly doting, taking care of her meticulously. He even supported her going down the stairs, afraid she might fall.

Isabella felt that her current life was like that of an empress.

"Even if you’re healthy, you need to be careful. It’s late, go to sleep, I’ll take a shower."

"Oh, okay, then hurry."

"Hmm."

Harry kissed her, turned around, and went to shower. As soon as he entered the bathroom, Isabella jumped out of bed and tiptoed to the kitchen.

Harry finished his shower, wrapped in a towel, entered the bedroom, found the bedroom light off, and she was nowhere to be found!

"Young Master, happy birthday!"

Harry suddenly turned around and saw Isabella holding a cake and wearing a birthday crown hat, her smile bright and radiant.

The colorful candles cast a gentle glow, illuminating her delicate and beautiful face.

Harry glanced at the time; it was just past midnight. The wall-mounted calendar clock showed it was already September 9th.

He took the cake with one hand, wrapped the other around her waist, and lowered his head to kiss her: "Thank you, darling, you put so much thought into this."

No wonder she stayed up so late, curled up on the sofa reading, it was all to wait until after midnight to celebrate his birthday.

Isabella looked at the cake and dabbed some cream onto Harry’s face, her laughter crisp and clear: "I must be the only one daring enough to smear cream on your face."

Harry looked at her with a resigned yet indulgent expression. Indeed, no one else would dare to smear cream on his face. He had always spent his birthdays in a serious manner, never feeling the joy of a birthday, even considering it a pointless occasion.

He took advantage of her distraction, dabbed some cream on her face, turning her into a little kitten: "Hmm, now it’s fair."

Isabella suddenly felt they were a bit childish, but she never had cream smeared on her during any of her past birthdays either. She found it quite fun and enjoyable now.

She snatched the cake from Harry’s hands and smeared it across his face, laughing: "Hurry and make a wish!"

Harry never believed in such things, but he didn’t want to disappoint Isabella. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and blew out the candles.

If he had a wish, it would be to stay with her forever, living such a wonderful life.

He didn’t like big birthday parties with lots of people; he preferred her celebrating his birthday alone with him—warm and tender, as if the world consisted only of them. It was much better than a noisy gathering.

"I also prepared a gift for you."

Isabella’s voice was soft as she placed the cake on the table and held Harry’s hand, leading him to the study.