Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1693

Chapter 1693

"Okay."

It was as though Dior was the village chief’s granddaughter-in-law. She did not seem to mind that, however, and got along very well with the elderly lady and Chloe.

Harry looked at the three of them and continued eating.

Dior took up the fork with her bandaged hand, but as she turned to look at Harry, a light bulb was lit in her mind as she relaxed her fingers.

Clang! The fork fell onto the table, causing all heads to turn toward her.

Dior had a frown on her face as she feebly muttered, "My hand is hurting again."

Putting on the pretense of suffering, Dior bit her lip and lifted the fork again. She then looked at Harry and asked, "Harry, can you feed me?"

Harry turned and looked at Dior.

Was she not holding the fork before? Was she acting?

He pursed his lips. As he was about to refuse, Harry's gaze that inadvertently shifted to the window spotted a fair lady outside from the corner of his eyes.

Although it was a blurry silhouette, he could instantly tell that it was Sonia.

Harry refocused on Dior and softened his gaze toward her, worryingly asking, "Is your hand still hurting?" "Yeah." Dior blinked her doe eyes innocently.

Harry put on a helpless yet loving look. He put down his fork and took her knife to cut the food for her.

He then forked a nice bacon and lifted it to her lips. "Open your mouth."

Dior gazed at him, stupefied, yet her eyes gleamed.

He was actually feeding her?

She was just trying her luck. Did Harry not know she was acting? He looked serious and lovingly concerned.

Was he starting to care for her?

No, no, no-it was more than just him caring for her. Was he...in love with her already?

Dior practically beamed as she parted her lips and ate happily. "So yummy!" she spoke, still chewing. 'This is the best bacon I've eaten in this world."

Harry looked at her gently. "Eat more if you like it. You're not going to find this in the city." Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Dior said, "Grandma said I can bring some home. Are you okay with that?" "Of course," replied Harry. "I'll get you anything you want, so why won't I be okay with this?"

Harry sounded endearing in the way he spoke. It was as if he would spoil her with anything and would do anything for her.

Dior could hardly believe his response; it felt as though this was all just a dream. 2

Harry was changing so quickly that she was unable to react. Had she won over this man's heart?

Given his cold temperament, Harry must have been so in love with her.

Harry's cold shoulder was all he gave her before he let her into his heart, but once he did, he would spoil her with anything.

His gentleness would only be hers.

Dior looked at Harry and smiled lovingly. "I want the beans."

Harry instantly scooped some beans and brought them to Dior's lips." Careful, they’re hot."

Dior opened her mouth and welcomed the somewhat spicy beans into her mouth. They tasted sweet.

She relished in this feeling of bliss.

Sonia, who was outside the door, saw everything transpired. She clenched her fists as her eyes burned with jealousy.

D*mn it!

Since when did Harry become so gentle?

Even when he was head over heels for her, he never treated her that sweetly before. All he would do was put food on her plate!