Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1674

Chapter 1674

Harry debated with himself over the decision before he looked at Dior." Fine."

The elated Dior ignored her wounds and went to support Harry onto the stretcher. "You can’t move, so you'll need to lay down."

Harry did not insist; the result would be the same anyway.

With Dior's support, he laid on the stretcher while Dior fastened the buckles on him.

Seeing how he laid on the stretcher so attractively and how she would be in his arms on the same stretcher, Dior felt like everything was worth it.

Turning to look up, Dior called out, 'Thank you, Charmine! I got a deep gash on my arm and Harry’s legs are fractured. We can’t move freely, so we’ll have to come up together."

Charmine, who was outside the pit, was flabbergasted. Dior was allowed to chase after her man, but she did not have to drag her into her mess!

Seeing that this was the only option, Charmine could only agree, "Alright."

Dior made sure everything was secured before turning her gaze to look at the man on the stretcher, her heart skipping a beat when she did.

She mentally beat herself up afterward, though. She just had to lay next to him! Why was she all giddy?

She slowly laid beside Harry and caught a whiff of his masculine scent. Just like that, everything else no longer mattered to Dior, and the entire world was gone with just her and Harry left.

How she wished for this moment to last forever.

The stretcher was big enough to be a small bed.

Harry remained apathetic the whole time, eyes closed as he laid down quietly. Dior, all googly eyes at Harry, yelled, "Charmine, we're ready!" "Ready!"

Just as Charmine was about to pull at the rope, however, another pair of hands grabbed the rope.

Charmine turned to see Anthony's tall figure standing right behind her, dangerously close as his strong arms wound around her frame to grab at the rope. It was as if her tiny body was in his arms, so much so that his masculine scent enveloped her entirely.

Charmine stopped instantly and shot him a cold glare, to which Anthony responded before she could shut him down, "Even if you're powerful enough, you can’t lift both of them with your small hands. You might get hurt! If you're hurt, will you still be able to use your needles?"

Charmine pursed her lips. She did try to tug at the rope, and it did feel rather heavy.

Furthermore, Dior and Harry were severely injured. She could even smell a tinge of iron from outside the pit, and she could not afford to waste a single second.

This was not the time to decline Anthony's help.

Charmine turned away to look ahead, not saying anything as she allowed Anthony's hands to remain on the rope.

Anthony practically beamed ardently at her. His magnetic voice resonated in her ear as he advised, "Don't use too much strength. Don’t hurt your hands."

Charmine remained distant as ever. "Cut the nonsense. Start pulling now."

Anthony said nothing else after that as his big, powerful hands grabbed the rope right next to Charmine's two fair hands.

With that, they both pulled.

Inside the pit...

When the stretcher started to get lifted, Dior yelped and buried herself into Harry’s form, placing her hands on his waist.

Harry looked at her and said, "Let go." "I'm not letting go." Dior, visibly terrified, held him tighter.

"I'm scared that this rope might break. What do we do if we fall from here and die? If I'm going to die, I'd rather die with you!"

Harry felt conflicted upon hearing this.

He looked at her arms on his chest and said with a low voice, "Still, you don’t have to get so close."

She clung to his upper body much like an octopus.

Dior insisted on hugging him. "I don’t care, I’m hugging you."

Helpless, Harry just could not bother arguing about it anymore.

It was then he was struck with an ominous feeling, and he turned to look darkly at the pit's entrance. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

What a surprise! It was Anthony.