Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel 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.