After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 879: Third Wheel Isabella Weaver

The sunlight shone on his deep-set features, and he smiled, his voice joyful and gentle, "Young Master, Young Madam!"

"Connor?!"

Isabella Weaver was both surprised and delighted. Seeing Connor walking toward them, she nearly rushed up to hug him!

However, Harry Hunter coldly pulled her back, "No hugging allowed!"

Isabella was extremely excited, "Connor! Connor actually came back! What are you wearing, Connor? You look so handsome!"

Harry’s expression darkened a bit, while Connor still smiled, speaking to Isabella just like before, "Young Madam, I’m wearing the official uniform of the Prince of S Kingdom. It looks nice, but it’s actually quite cumbersome to wear."

Even though it was a hot day, he had to be wrapped up tightly. The uniform was immaculate without a single wrinkle, and whether sitting or standing, he had to maintain an upright posture. There was no room for him to slouch or bend over in this outfit.

"You can’t call me Young Madam anymore. You’re a prince now, and it wouldn’t be good if people heard. You can just call me Isabella!"

Isabella was still very excited, wanting to grab Connor’s hand but realizing it wasn’t appropriate, so she grabbed Harry’s hand instead and shook it vigorously, "A prince, my dear, should we bow to the prince?"

Harry’s expression grew even darker. As soon as Connor returned, she was so excited that it seemed she didn’t even care about her husband anymore, seeing only the prince.

"Why bow? It’s enough that I didn’t make him bow!"

Connor looked at him with a big smile, "Young Master, it’s been so long. Don’t you miss me?"

Harry: "No, I don’t."

Isabella: "He does, he just won’t admit it!"

Connor spread his arms, "Young Master, aren’t you going to hug me? I’ve been training really hard in martial arts lately, my chest muscles are much firmer now!"

Harry glared at him, "What does your firmer chest have to do with me?"

Connor ignored this and hugged him tightly, "Young Master, I really missed you. I wanted to come back every day. I don’t like it there, and no one likes me there either. They even tried to force me to marry a woman I don’t love, and some people secretly call me a bastard..."

As he spoke, he felt aggrieved. Thinking about how he was only able to come back this time under the pretext of meeting his bride-to-be made him feel even more wronged. If Isabella wasn’t there, he might have cried on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry initially wanted to push Connor away, but hearing his aggrieved voice, he finally hugged him back, patting his back, "If you wish to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. This is just the beginning, Connor. Don’t worry about any rumors. Make yourself strong, and any opposing voices will vanish on their own."

Connor’s voice was muffled, holding onto Harry tightly, "What’s the point of being so strong? I just want to come back here with you, become your bodyguard, and act tough under your name. You’d even find me a wife, and you’d give me bonuses. Now that I’m a prince, I don’t even have a cent!"

"You have nothing now, but you will in the future. S Kingdom has very important strategic resources of significant value; otherwise, KS wouldn’t be spending so much effort trying to take them."

Harry patted his head, "As for your wife, she’s currently with the old master. Don’t worry, she’s been very well-behaved since coming back. She hasn’t cheated on you."

Connor finally laughed, "She wasn’t that kind of person in the first place!"

Isabella watched the two of them hugging each other, laughing and chatting, their emotions clashing intensely. She couldn’t help but scratch her forehead, feeling like something was a bit off.

After thinking for a while, she suddenly realized!

Oh, she felt a bit like a third wheel!