Warning My Mommy is A Savage

Chapter 1730

Dior turned to Charmine and commented, 'This feels nice, Charmine. I find myself not thinking about that jerk when I’m busy.”

Charmine smiled. "Good. Carry on, then."

This was only half of her plan.

"Alright." Dior nodded. Every stick and branch was treated like they were Harry, to which Dior lashed out on as she halved them.

Jerk! Idiot! Dummy!

That malignant woman got to Harry's brain, just like that. What a fool!

Dior no longer wanted to love him-she refused to love a nitwit.

She cut the sticks and branches mercilessly. One slash, two slashes...

Charmine and Dior cut out wood for the entire day. The feeling of letting go and focusing on something made Dior feel less horrible.

After dinner...

while Charmine and Dior

hazy that night, and the surroundings were tranquil,

a few beers as they both sat opposite one another, resuming their

follow you around from now on, Charmine," she declared. "If you want to start any business, count me in. I'll have your back, and you, mine. We won’t get married, and we'll live

not fall out of love, and no,

her bottle with Dior's and softly

on her face. "Deal. We won’t get married, and

so much money that she would drown

"No marriage; just purely making

put it down and put on gloves to start

from us, boys!" "You got that right," Charmine chimed

of them drank, unknowingly prolonging their session to the middle of the

beer, the phone on the table rang abruptly. Frowning, she walked up to

the call nonetheless. "Mr. Peterson, is

seen Charmine for a long while. Hearing her voice once

you. However, this project is quite complex, and it’ll take two to three years to complete. I'm heading over

phone tightly.