Chapter 1333
Dior would not even bat an eye at Harry if he was all over her.
The tight-lipped Dior gnawed on her bottom lip, at a loss for words and not knowing what to say. With nothing else to say, she muttered, "Have a good rest, then." "Okay."
He hung up on her instantaneously.
Dior, meanwhile, looked at his number despondently. A moment later, she recollected herself and felt that things must not continue the same way they did. He was already apathetic to her, and if she played the same card, no sparks would fly between them.
She had to persist. She did not have to hold back when it came to a handsome man!
Dior increased the brightness of her phone and texted, [Harry, have you thought of getting married?]
Harry, who was contemplating on the balcony, saw her text and frowned.
His dull eyes were matted with a maelstrom of emotions and thoughts.
He did think of marriage before; it was once the most important matter in his life.
Alas, his heart became void after Sonia cheated on him, and he was no longer interested in love.
All he thought of was making money at that point.
Perhaps, when he was at the right age, he could find a woman who loved him but not the one he loved. Perhaps he might be in a marriage where both of them did not love one another yet spend the rest of their lives together still.
Harry looked at Dior's text. He knew what she meant...
He had warned himself that he should not contact her, but whenever he tried to ignore her, he then recalled how Sonia broke up with him and sat in the luxury car.
The visibly emotional Harry then typed on the screen: [So what if I do? So what if I don't?]
Dior did not expect him to reply at all, but there it was-her notification went off.
She had received a text.
She excitedly opened the text, and she was all smiles when she realized it was from Harry.
When she read what he wrote, she became suspicious.
What did he mean? Did he want to, or did he not?
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