It wasn't until the morning shift was over that Isabella Weaver saw Harry Hunter again in the office.
He had transformed Royalton overnight, yet his face bore no expression. As always, he remained indifferent, his handsome and perfect features exuding a rugged and noble aura, leaving Isabella slightly entranced as she looked at him.
She hadn't noticed before how exceptionally handsome he was. Even a simple white shirt looked extraordinary and stylish on him.
His legs were straight and long, the black suit pants perfectly showcasing his leg shape, his physique comparable to a top male model.
Aside from being overly cold and indifferent, it seemed there were no flaws to be found in him.
Harry Hunter noticed Isabella staring at him without blinking and asked flatly, "Only one night and you don't recognize me?"
"No."
"Then why are you staring at me blankly?"
"Because..."
"Because you've finally realized your fiancé is a perfect man, right?"
