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?

gaze that inadvertently shifted to the window spotted a fair lady

it was a blurry silhouette, he could instantly tell that

his gaze toward her, worryingly asking, "Is your

his fork and took her knife to cut the

bacon and lifted it to her

at him, stupefied,

was actually feeding

just trying her luck. Did Harry not know she

he starting to care for

him caring for her. Was

parted her lips and ate happily. "So yummy!" she spoke, still chewing. 'This is the best

you like it. You're not going

can bring some home. Are you okay with that?" "Of course," replied Harry.

he spoke. It was as if he

it felt as though this

changing so quickly that she was unable to react. Had she won over this