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?

As he was about to refuse, Harry's gaze that inadvertently shifted to the window spotted a fair

silhouette, he could instantly tell that it

refocused on Dior and softened his gaze toward her, worryingly asking, "Is your hand still hurting?" "Yeah." Dior blinked her doe

his fork and took her knife to cut

then forked a nice bacon and lifted it

gazed at him, stupefied, yet her

was actually

was just trying her luck. Did Harry not know she was acting?

to care for

no, no-it was more than just him caring for

lips and ate happily. "So yummy!" she spoke, still chewing. 'This is the best bacon I've eaten in

gently. "Eat more if you like it. You're not going to find this

said, "Grandma said I can bring some home. Are you okay with that?" "Of course," replied Harry. "I'll get you anything you want,

endearing in the way he spoke. It was as if he

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

unable to react. Had she won