Novel Square
chapter 1626
chapter 1626
Chapter 1626
Dior’s gaze turned steely as she looked at Harry, asking, "What medicine do you want?"
Harry turned to look at her, only noticing then how pale she had gotten. He wondered if her stomach was indeed hurting. "Why did you come down?" he asked.
"Silly question." Dior scoffed. "You left all of a sudden, so of course I had to chase after you."
Harry's eyes darkened as he looked at her.
Noticing how silent he was, Dior repeated, "What medicine do you want?" "PHKL."
Dior frowned. This medicine was expensive, and only special people could get their hands on it.
Even his father might not get his hands on it.
Still, how could she disappoint her crush?
Dior wound her arms around Harry's and said, "No hurry. I'll make a phone call to ask about it."
Harry was going to ask his staff to get it, wanting to turn Dior’s offer down, but she had walked him to a stool.
After taking a few steps, he realized that she was limping.
He frowned and asked, "What happened to your legs?'
Dior looked at him sadly. "I was worried about you going on a date and I couldn't wait for a lift, so I ran down the stairs, twisting my ankle in the process. It really does hurt."
She looked at him innocently.
Surely he would pity her after telling her story, no?
Furthermore, she was hurt because of him. He would want to stay back and take care of her. That meant he would not be able to go on a date, would he?
At that moment, Dior, despite being in agony, felt blessed that she was hurt.
Harry looked at her swollen ankle and paused, feeling his emotions surging in his chest.
Did she care about him that much?
Instantly, his eyes dulled coldly. "Be careful next time."
Dior blinked and looked at Harry with disbelief.
Was his heart made of steel?
How heartless!
Her lips parted as words danced at her lips, but knowing Harry, Dior could only let it pass.
It was already an improvement for him to say this.
How could she expect him to care for her, or even comfort her?
"Heh," snorted Dior as she pictured this.
Puzzled, Harry frowned and looked at her. "Did the pain make you crazy?" "No," said Dior. "Deal with my pain later. Let's get your issue settled first." This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.
One day, she would win his heart. One day, this cold-hearted man would be all over her!
With this thought, Dior was barely fazed by the pain that gnawed on her ankle.
Dior then took out her phone and called her father. "Father, I need PHKL.
Can you get me one?'
Tim Granger, on the other end, frowned. "PHKL? Why do you need this? I can get hold of this easily."
Dior pursed her lips and said weakly, "I’m hurt, and I need this. If you don't get it for me now, you won’t be able to see me anymore."
This instantly worried Tim. "Dior, what happened?' he fretted anxiously. "
Do you want your mother and I to come back right away?" "No need," said Dior. "Father, just get me the medicine. I'm going to Central Hospital. Give them a call."
This did not convince Tim, but his worry nonetheless remained. "Okay, I'll try."
That made Dior antsy. "Father, I'm your daughter. Don't just try-you must get it!"
Although she was exaggerating, she was telling the truth.
Harry's concern was her concern, too!
If she could not get it for him, she might as well lose her life!
"Alright, I'll do my best to get it for you." Tim was worried. "What happened to you? Tell me." "It's a long story, but just get me the medicine first. I'll tell you when I recover."
"Okay..."