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...

and Dior were in the front

and the surroundings were tranquil, save for the

beers as they both sat

bottle for herself and clinked it with Charmine's-it felt like they were a team. "I'll follow you around from now on, Charmine," she declared. "If you want to start any business, count me in. I'll have your back,

not fall out of love, and no, she

with Dior's and

face. "Deal. We won’t get married, and we'll focus on

so much money that she would drown

right," harrumphed Charmine. "No marriage; just

She put it down and put on gloves

she ate. "Steer clear from us, boys!" "You got that right," Charmine

them drank, unknowingly prolonging their session to the middle of

more beer, the phone on the table rang abruptly. Frowning, she

the call nonetheless. "Mr. Peterson,

not seen Charmine for a long while. Hearing her voice once more stirred his feelings

and I think it suits you. However, this project is quite complex, and it’ll take two

held onto the phone