Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1674

Chapter 1674

Harry debated with himself over the decision before he looked at Dior." Fine."

The elated Dior ignored her wounds and went to support Harry onto the stretcher. "You can’t move, so you'll need to lay down."

Harry did not insist; the result would be the same anyway.

With Dior's support, he laid on the stretcher while Dior fastened the buckles on him.

Seeing how he laid on the stretcher so attractively and how she would be in his arms on the same stretcher, Dior felt like everything was worth it.

Turning to look up, Dior called out, 'Thank you, Charmine! I got a deep gash on my arm and Harry’s legs are fractured. We can’t move freely, so we’ll have to come up together."

Charmine, who was outside the pit, was flabbergasted. Dior was allowed to chase after her man, but she did not have to drag her into her mess!

Seeing that this was the only option, Charmine could only agree, "Alright."

Dior made sure everything was secured before turning her gaze to look at the man on the stretcher, her heart skipping a beat when she did.

She mentally beat herself up afterward, though. She just had to lay next to him! Why was she all giddy?

She slowly laid beside Harry and caught a whiff of his masculine scent. Just like that, everything else no longer mattered to Dior, and the entire world was gone with just her and Harry left.

How she wished for this moment to last forever.

The stretcher was big enough to be a small bed.

Harry remained apathetic the whole time, eyes closed as he laid down quietly. Dior, all googly eyes at Harry, yelled, "Charmine, we're ready!" "Ready!"

Just as Charmine was about to pull at the rope, however, another pair of hands grabbed the rope.

Charmine turned to see Anthony's tall figure standing right behind her, dangerously close as his strong arms wound around her frame to grab at the rope. It was as if her tiny body was in his arms, so much so that his masculine scent enveloped her entirely.

Charmine stopped instantly and shot him a cold glare, to which Anthony responded before she could shut him down, "Even if you're powerful enough, you can’t lift both of them with your small hands. You might get hurt! If you're hurt, will you still be able to use your needles?"