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 tha