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?

about to refuse, Harry's gaze that inadvertently shifted to

it was a blurry silhouette, he could instantly

and softened his gaze toward her, worryingly asking, "Is your hand still hurting?" "Yeah."

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

bacon and lifted it to her lips.

at him, stupefied, yet her eyes

actually feeding

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

to care for

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

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

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

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

was as if he would spoil

as though this was

unable to react.