Warning My Mommy is A Savage

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 Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

Harry, however, remained level-headed, impassive like water. He met her eyes and said coldly, "What do you want?"

He sounded as if he was in a rush to leave. He frowned slightly and looked at the watch on his wrist from time to time.

Dior's eyes went a shade duller. However, she retained her elegant smile as she picked up her bag.

Since he was impatient, she would go straight to the point. She wanted to see the change in his expression when he found out how his 'kind-girlfriend ' plotted against him.

Dior’s alluring red lips curled up as she opened up her bag.

However...

Just as her fingers grazed the USB in her bag, the loud ringing of a phone was heard.

Harry took out his phone. When he saw that it was the hospital calling, his cold face instantly turned taut as he answered right away, "What's the matter? How is Sonia?"

There was a frown on his face, and all that he could care about was his phone. Dior's hand that held the USB froze as she registered the worried look in his eyes.

She was right in front of him, but he seemed to have blanked her!

Dior's heart sank, but she continued to look at him. She had to talk to him after this phone call of his- she had to.

All of a sudden, an urgent voice came from the phone.

"Mr. Cogen, right after you left, someone attempted to murder Ms. Sonia.

Her wrist is cut, and she's severely hurt. Please come back now!" "What!?"

Harry's heart plunged as he shot Dior a ruthless glare, filled with disgust and disappointment.

The sight made Dior freeze.

Harry stood up from his seat coldly and turned to leave.

What happened?

Seeing that Harry was 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, won't you?"

She felt nauseous.

She had a feeling that after he left her, she would never see him again!

Harry looked at her murderously as he sneered at her. "So you asked me out so you could try and kill Sonia, huh? I thought of you too kindly. This is indeed something Ms. Granger would do!" "What are you talking about?" Dior’s brows were raised at Harry's remarks, and she gazed at him in confusion.

What did he mean by her trying to murder Sonia?

Slap!

Harry, in his wrath, smacked Dior right across her face when he saw her seemingly acting confused.

"I wish we never met!"

Harry thus turned and left furiously.

Before, he even felt guilty for using her, but this was no reason for her to hurt Sonia!

Dior staggered a few steps back due to the slap, and a red handprint was left in its wake. Her cheek felt like it was burning, and her head was buzzing.

She caressed her numbing cheek and looked at Harry in disbelief. At that moment, her eyes turned glossy with tears.

Did Sonia call him and said something to him?

Dior was sitting right in front of him, yet he could think that she had time to hurt Sonia?