Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1677

Chapter 1677

Charmine’s behavior toward Anthony would slowly change.

Meanwhile...

Dior and Harry were getting treated in one room.

The two of them were laying in beds opposite one another, and they both had a cast on their leg.

Dior tilted her head to look at Harry's handsome face. She thought of how secure she felt when he hugged her, and her eyes gleamed nostalgically.

With their bond growing better, he would be hers entirely in no time!

When that day would come, she would be able to sleep by his side officially, able to place her arms around his muscular, sexy torso.

She no longer had to sneakily touch his chest to feel good about it.

Excited at the thought, Dior completely forgot about her wound and continued to look at Harry, seemingly starstruck as she looked right into him. "Harry, does your leg still hurt?" she asked.

"Can you keep quiet?" he snapped.

Dior halted, she pouted, "Can't you be kinder? Yes, I dragged you down that slope, but as I said, I’ll be responsible for it, don't worry. I'll pay for your medical expenses, your work, and your effort. I'll pay them all!"

Harry acted as if he did not hear her, shutting his eyes as he laid still in bed.

Dior looked at how worn-out Harry seemed and decided to leave him be.

After about ten minutes of silence, Harry's breaths grew stable.

Thinking he had to be asleep, Charmine could not help coming down from her bed. 4

With one of her legs covered with a cast and a thick bandage that wrapped around one of her arms, she wobbled toward Harry’s bedside and pulled the intravenous stick with her. She stood by his side and gazed at his pale face and was overwhelmed with guilt.

She felt bad for him-truly awful.

He was a prepossessing man and was loyal too, yet a superficial woman dumped him.

Because of that, he was crushed.

Why did he have to go through so much pain in his life?

She wanted to protect him, never once allowing him to be hurt. She did not want him to lose his dignity for money.

All that, and he did not accept her kindness. He was too stubborn.

Dior looked at him and sighed helplessly. She then took a blanket from the side and draped it over him gently.

When she was supposed to leave, she remained standing at his bedside instead and watched over him for a long while.

Unable to hold herself back, she lowered her head and left a gentle peck on his cheek. It was as if she had gained the most precious thing in the world, and it satisfied her greatly.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

She happily grazed her lips and acted as if nothing had happened, returning to her bed afterward.

What she did not know was that Harry was awake the whole time!

He clenched his fists tightly when she draped the blanket over, and when her soft lips landed on his cheek, his entire being grew taut.

Despite that, he did not move and kept his eyes closed.

Truthfully, he knew she was an innocent lady. Perhaps she came from a well-off background, but she was not superficial.

Every time he felt her caring for him, he felt guiltier.

He had been reminding himself to stop using this innocent lady, to stop treating her this way...but he just could not turn her away.

He just kept her around to trigger Sonia. Moreover, he did not want his grandmother to keep introducing women to him, which was why he brought her to the village.

However, that was it. He did not feel anything else.

With the act coming to a close, it was time to ask her to leave.

He feared things would get out of hand if this continued.

He would not let his plan go sidetracked again.

With that in mind, Harry parted his eyelids, revealing his dark eyes, and looked over.