Isabella Weaver stared at him in a daze. Did his reciprocation come this quickly?
When she was picking shrimp for him, she didn't actually expect him to give anything back, but now she felt very warm inside.
He looked so good, even peeling shrimp carried with it an innate nobility. A wealthy Young Master peeling shrimp for her by hand—Isabella had never dared to imagine this before. Actually, no one had ever peeled shrimp for her; this kind of privilege was a first.
"Don't just look at me; you won't get full that way."
Harry Hunter teased as he put a piece of shrimp in Isabella's bowl and said lightly, "Eat more, you're only nineteen and still growing."
"Thank you."
Isabella said softly and lowered her head to start eating the noodles.
The seafood noodles at this place were already delicious and fragrant, and now with so many shrimps added, Isabella ate with satisfaction and happiness.
Harry even paid the bill in advance, not allowing her to pay.
