Chapter 1962

Dior looked forward to that new shift.

She watched as Harry made his way into the restaurant silently, unable to deter her mind from the daydreams she had of him, of the new chapter of their story they would have. 1

He would apologize to her, trying to redeem himself, and kiss her dearly as he embraced her. Later down the line, they would have a child of their own, too. i

Harry's long legs walked in strides, his dark gaze trained on Dior.

The bright light shone on Dior's delicately stunning face, and she also wore a red dress.

He remembered her wearing this back in Mount Village.

He could remember how alluring she looked back then, how they stayed in the same room, how she put down her ego to treat him with so much gentleness.

Harry's cold face mellowed down, but recalling a certain memory, the vague wistfulness in him vanished and he sat in front of her.

Dior looked at him fondly, like she always would. "Long time no see.”

Her eyes burned brightly as if she wanted to drink in his existence entirely.

like water. He met her eyes and said coldly, "What

frowned slightly and looked at the watch on his wrist

she retained

point. She wanted to see the change in his expression when he found out

up as

However...

in her bag, the loud ringing of a phone

calling, his cold

about was his phone. Dior's hand that held the

him, but he seemed

to look at him. She had to talk to him

of a sudden, an urgent voice came from the

left, someone

wrist is cut, and she's severely hurt. Please come

he shot Dior a ruthless glare,

made Dior

stood up from his seat

What happened?

ready to leave, Dior acted instantaneously and chased after him, not having enough time to formulate her thoughts as she grabbed his wrist. "Harry, listen to me,

She felt nauseous.

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