"No."
Harry Hunter saw she was about to get angry, his icy demeanor quickly melting away, and reached out to grab Isabella Weaver's hand: "But this is different, it's not the same situation, you can't compare them."
Isabella Weaver stepped back, avoiding his hand, and said coldly and distantly, "What's different? The difference is that Cherry Lewis has an unusual relationship with you, you treat her like family, while my cousin is an outsider? Sorry, Miss Lewis is even more of an outsider to me!"
Harry Hunter sighed softly, their relationship that had been drawing closer seemed to have reverted to square one because of these matters, she wouldn't even let him touch her hand.
He looked into Isabella Weaver's eyes, his expression earnest: "She isn't family, my relationship with her is nothing unusual, the engagement back then was arranged by the family. You are the one I chose myself. She won't pose any threat to our relationship, unlike your cousin."