Warning My Mommy is A Savage

Chapter 1693

"Okay."

It was as though Dior was the village chief’s granddaughter-in-law. She did not seem to mind that, however, and got along very well with the elderly lady and Chloe.

Harry looked at the three of them and continued eating.

Dior took up the fork with her bandaged hand, but as she turned to look at Harry, a light bulb was lit in her mind as she relaxed her fingers.

Clang! The fork fell onto the table, causing all heads to turn toward her.

Dior had a frown on her face as she feebly muttered, "My hand is hurting again."

Putting on the pretense of suffering, Dior bit her lip and lifted the fork again. She then looked at Harry and asked, "Harry, can you feed me?"

Harry turned and looked at Dior.

Was she not holding the fork before? Was she acting?

his lips. As he was about to refuse, Harry's gaze that inadvertently shifted to

it was a blurry silhouette, he

asking, "Is your hand still hurting?" "Yeah."

loving look. He put down his fork and took her knife to cut the food

a nice bacon and lifted it

at him, stupefied,

actually

not know she was acting?

to care

more than just him caring for her. Was he...in love

yummy!" she

you like it. You're not going to find this in the

course," replied Harry. "I'll get

in the way he spoke. It was as if he would spoil her with anything

believe his response; it felt as though this was all just a

changing so quickly that she was unable to react. Had she