Chapter 1623

As he noticed how silent Dior had been, Harry coldly declared, "If you're done, go back and stop following me."

With that, he walked past her.

Dior looked at his back and, in a panic, bit her lip and clutched her stomach, starting to cry.

She plastered a pained expression as she grunted, "Harry Cogen, my stomach hurts. I'm dying... Can you send me to the hospital?"

Harry looked at her sloppy act. "Stomach-ache?"

Dior nodded and looked at him, hope-filled.

Harry met her eyes and paused.

Had she fallen for him?

Heh.

His ex treated him this way in the beginning, too, but what happened afterward?

in to money and

could be summed

his eyes as he scoffed, "Didn’t you

it hurts..." Dior seemed visibly pathetic. "My hands are numb. How am I supposed to drive?

seemed that if he did not send her personally, she would continue

and frigidly said, "Hop into

her frowning face instantly brightened up. She sat on the front passenger's

did not expose

him, her gaze never wavering

such a

lost their

had one thought in her mind: Sleep with

sleep with this cold,

Harry turned and glanced at her. When he met her adoring eyes, he was not surprised.

to pull another pained expression but did not

as if he did not hear her response and continued driving

used to

he was, the happier she would be when

leaned on the chair and thought of ways to

went on to the

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