Chapter 1205 No, no, no! Harry was so handsome and well-built. No matter what he asked for, she could not resist.
She thought of his body without clothes on, his muscular chest, his powerful waist, and...
Dior somehow blushed.
Her perverted mind played a scenario for her while they were on the road!
It did not take long before the taxi pulled over in a secluded area juxtaposing the city center. About ten or so houses stood in the area, and they all looked old and worn out. The taller ones could give the impression that they were unstable.
As she got out of the car, Dior gazed at the house in front of her with a frown and asked, "You live here?"
This was not safe!
Harry halted. His face turned a few shades colder.
As expected, every woman in the world was just like this.
They only cared about money and superficial things!
Without money, she would not see the man no matter how well he treated her!
Hmph!
Yes," he answered coldly.
He thought she would look down on him, when she merely had a concerned look on her face. 'The money in the card I gave you should be enough for you to buy a new house. This is too dangerous; donât live here."
That took him by surprise. His eyes darkened as he looked at her.
Dior's heartbeat fastened as his eyes bore into hers.
"Why do you look at me like that?"
He looked as if he was going to eat her!
"Nothing."
Harry carried the bags as he walked in front of her.
Dior followed behind him, but the more she walked, the faster her heart raced.
She had to stay calm!
What was there to be afraid of? She liked him, and she wanted to sleep with him! i She tried her best to calm down as she followed him upstairs...
When they entered the house, she saw the clean and tidy sofa, tea table, and table.
Dior liked him more.
Harry placed down the bags in his hand as he spoke, "You, come in with me."
Argh!
How exciting! Was this the time?
"Okay."
Dior followed him giddily before her eyes met the room filled with photos of him with his girlfriend!
Each photo was of him looking at her deeply in love.
The photo that captivated her the most was the photo by the bed.
Disneyland was in the background. He held her face, and he looked so proud as if he owned the world.
Dior's excitement was washed off as if cold water was splashed onto her.
"You must've loved her, huh?" spoke Dior with an undertone of jealousy.
Harry followed her gaze and looked at the photo, though he looked away after just one look. "Not anymore," he replied nonchalantly.
The moment she sat in her luxury car and left, he no longer loved her. It was all work from there.
"Huh?" Dior blinked. She wanted so badly to ask, 'Really?*
If he did not like her, would he consider her?
Before she could speak, he looked right into her and walked toward her...
Dior sensed something, and her body stiffened.
She did not know what to do. She stood in the same spot and bit her lips. Her bright eyes were both scared and excited as she looked at his sexy lips. As he grew closer, she closed her eyes and waited for his kiss...