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?

gave in to money and

could be summed up by

his eyes

I supposed to drive? Take me there. Didn’t I stay in the hospital to take care of

not send her personally,

and frigidly said, "Hop

her frowning face instantly brightened up. She sat on the

not expose her as he drove the car and

at him, her

such a handsome man in

lost their cool when looking

thought in her mind:

to sleep with this cold,

Dior's burning gaze, Harry turned and glanced at her. When he met her adoring eyes, he was not surprised. "Does your stomach not hurt anymore?"

Dior snapped out of her thoughts. She was about to pull another pained expression but did not in the end. "I looked at you, and it

acted as if he did not hear her response and continued

used to his

he was, the happier she would be when she won

on the chair and thought of ways

he went on to

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