Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1206

Chapter 1206

Suddenly, Dior heard a gentle breeze by her ear as the sound of a drawer being opened followed that came from behind her.

Dior frowned. She opened her eyes and saw the man's arm reaching behind her.

What?

Before she could react, she heard Harry's calm voice, "A friend gave this to me. Perhaps you can have your friend try this.”

Dior was speechless...

Oh, so he was not kissing her and was just reaching out to get that?

Also, his intention of bringing her home was to get this!?

How awkward! 1

Dior was perplexed for a few seconds as she patted her head to clear out her thoughts.

Looking at her, Harry halted and asked, 'You don’t feel well?" "No, I'm fine." Dior snapped out of her thoughts and sighed. She tried to stay awake as she looked at the thing in his hand. She asked, "What is this?"

Harry lifted the empty bottle and needle in his hand as he explained, "A friend gave this to me. It's a needle K technique. You prick your brother's skin with this needle for thirty seconds. The K-string in the needle will absorb a special substance from the skin. When you remove the needle in thirty seconds, prick this needle into your friend’s skin. K-string can dissolve in her skin and let the substance heal her.” 1

Dior was confused. What was the K-string? What was needle-pricking?

Her head was in a mess!

She blinked and asked, "So, what does this have anything to do with Charmine and my brother?"

Harry was speechless.

He pursed his lips and said, "In simpler terms, you prick this into your brother's arm for thirty seconds, take it out, and prick into Charmine's skin. She won't be in any more pain."

Dior was stunned for two seconds before she finally reacted as her eyes widened.

She finally got his contact number!

After saving it, she looked at him. As if knowing that she was looking at him, he met her eyes in a way as if he was saying, You may leave now.'

She did not want to leave!

Dior bit her lip and racked her brain to think of something to say to him. Was there anything else to say?

The more panicked she was, the emptier her mind became.

Eventually, she resigned to her fate that she had nothing.

Harry finally said, "If there’s nothing else. I’ll have to get back to work." "Okay." Dior had no choice. He made it clear, and there was no point for her to stay.

Reluctantly, she studied his features from his eyes to his tall nose, and finally to his sexy lips.

His lips had to be very soft.