Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1678

Harry turned to look at Dior as she got to her bed, but at that very moment, she was staring at him, too.

Her eyes were clear like stars in the sky, twinkling with admiration and adoration.

His eyes darkened.

He should ask a lady like her to leave.

Dior jolted as she noticed him looking at her. It was pure coincidence, see, as she had been gazing at him so lovingly when he turned.

She took a while to react before she asked, "You're awake?"

Gazing at her, Harry opened his mouth to speak when his phone next to him rang. With just a glance, he noticed the caller ID stated that it was Sonia.

Harry squinted his phone but could not help hovering his finger above the' answer’ option. Instantly, however, he recalled how she got into the luxury call of another man.

His eyes clouded with silent fury, Harry moved his finger and pressed the reject button instead before tossing his phone away.

Dior looked at him and asked, "Why didn’t you answer?"

Harry looked at her darkly and said, "It's a promotional call." "Oh." Dior believed him and said caringly, "You can just block them."

He halted and nodded.

A second later, his phone rang with a text.

Harry remained silent for a moment. Unable to contain himself, he took back his phone and opened the text.

Sonia wrote, [Harry, I passed by the village and saw Grandma's house. I’m buying some stuff for her at the village store. I'll pay her a visit later. Do you have anything for me to pass on to Grandma? Don't worry, I'll give her some living expenses.]

Harry's eyes grew dull.

She acted as if she was above him. What was that for? Who would want her money?

Face contorting darkly, Harry replied, [No need.]

However, she did not reply.

Harry knew her well enough to tell that she would come if she did not reply.

After a moment of thought, he looked at Dior who was opposite him.

He would use her...one last time.

Harry pursed his thin lips and said, "Can you come here?" "Huh?" Dior jolted upon hearing his hoarse, magnetic voice. She did not even question him as she instantly agreed, "Alright, hold on."

She supported her plastered leg and bandaged arm. Her other hand pulled the intravenous stick with her as she slowly made her way to him. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Harry narrowed his eyes as he watched her. She...seemed to genuinely care about him.

Somehow, he did not want to treat her this way anymore. She should be finding a man who treated her well.

Harry narrowed his eyes, but the words were stuck in his throat. Right then, he could clearly make out the sound of high heels from the window.

He swallowed in his words somehow.

Dior came to his bedside and asked, "What is it?"

He looked at her and said, "My head hurts. Can you massage it for me?"

Dior paused.

He actually asked her to perform such an intimate act?

Did he finally care about her?

Hehe!

Dior would not turn him down. She sat by his bed and unfurled her fair fingers to massage his temple, though she could feel Harry tensing upon contact.

She pressed on his temples gently and asked playfully, "Do you have to be so nervous? I didn’t do anything. I’m only massaging you." "I just have a headache," came Harry's apathetic response.