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?

Harry's gaze that inadvertently shifted

he could instantly tell

softened his gaze toward her, worryingly asking, "Is your hand still

down his fork and took her knife to cut

and lifted it

at him, stupefied, yet her

actually feeding

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

starting to

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

her lips and ate happily. "So yummy!" she spoke, still chewing.

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

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

as if he would spoil her with anything and

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

she was unable to react. Had she won over this