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?

refuse, Harry's gaze that inadvertently shifted to the

was a blurry silhouette, he could instantly tell that

asking, "Is your hand still

He put down his fork and took her knife to cut

a nice bacon and lifted it to her

gazed at him, stupefied, yet

actually feeding

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

to care

caring for her. Was he...in

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

like it. You're not going to

with that?" "Of course," replied Harry. "I'll get you anything you want, so why

he spoke. It was as if he

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

changing so quickly that she was unable