Chapter 1730

Dior turned to Charmine and commented, “This feels nice, Charmine. I find myself not thinking about that jerk when I’m busy.” Charmine smiled. “Good. Carry on, then.” This was only half of her plan. “Alright.” Dior nodded. Every stick and branch was treated like they were Harry, to which Dior lashed out on as she halved them. Jerk! Idiot! Dummy! That malignant woman got to Harry’s brain, just like that. What a fool! Dior no longer wanted to love him—she refused to love a nitwit. She cut the sticks and branches mercilessly. One slash, two slashes… Charmine and Dior cut out wood for the entire day. The feeling of letting go and focusing on something made Dior feel less horrible. After dinner… Chris was fast asleep while Charmine and Dior were in the front yard. The moon looked rather hazy that night, and the surroundings were tranquil, save for the gentle night breeze that blew. Dior brought out a few beers as they both sat opposite one another, resuming their dri