Chapter 1962

Dior looked forward to that new shift. She watched as Harry made his way into the restaurant silently, unable to deter her mind from the daydreams she had of him, of the new chapter of their story they would have. He would apologize to her, trying to redeem himself, and kiss her dearly as he embraced her. Later down the line, they would have a child of their own, too. Harry's long legs walked in strides, his dark gaze trained on Dior. The bright light shone on Dior’s delicately stunning face, and she also wore a red dress. He remembered her wearing this back in Mount Village. He could remember how alluring she looked back then, how they stayed in the same room, how she put down her ego to treat him with so much gentleness. Harry’s cold face mellowed down, but recalling a certain memory, the vague wistfulness in him vanished and he sat in front of her. Dior looked at him fondly, like she always would. "Long time no see." Her eyes burned brightly as if she wanted to drink in his