Chapter 1310 Harry looked at her deeply and did not comment on the matter anymore.
He walked past her to tidy up the room, asking, "You here for something?" "Oh, right!" Dior recalled why she came at that moment. "I came to thank you for the needle you gave me. It was very useful."
That was an excuse, of course. The truth was that she missed him terribly. She truly, ardently, terribly missed him.
"Didnât you help me earlier as well?â said Harry. "We're equal." "No, no, no. I merely said a few words." Dior would not let the opportunity go to waste as she continued, "You helped me a lot. To thank you, I'd like to bring you to dinner tonight."
Harry halted.
He should not have prolonged their conversation and kept her there, but he recalled how Sonia and her new boyfriend had a birthday banquet at HG hotel.
In fact, she came to invite him to attend. She even expected him to be happy for her.
"Alright, then," said Harry at last.
Dior had an innocent and blank smile on her face. "What would you like to eat? I'll make a reservation." "Let's go to HG Hotel."
Dior blinked. She did not expect him to know of that expensive hotel!
She nodded. "Okay, letâs go there," she agreed as she took out her phone to reserve a private dining room at HG Hotel.
The reservation was at 6.30pm, thus they had to wait.
She sat on the sofa and looked at his back, suddenly at a complete loss for words and topic.
As silence blanketed them, Dior suddenly thought of his job and asked curiously, "Why are you not working at the supermarket anymore?â
Harry's expression remained stoic as he did not bother explaining. "Yeah," he muttered.
Suddenly, he turned back and looked into her eyes. "Didn't you give me money?"
His voice was hoarse and magnetic.
Dior's heart jolted as she lost all bearings.
How sexy!
He was already so handsome, and his voice was so soothing. He was surreal.
She looked at him blankly and only reacted a while later.
Dior, who was usually arrogant and confident, was not shy. At that moment, however, she stuttered, "L..I thought this place wasn't safe to live in, so I gave you money to buy a house..."
When she talked about taking care of him, she said so to frustrate that woman.
Still, that made her equally happy. Haha!
Harry paused for a moment before he calmly replied, "I see. I thought it's the fees."
Diorâs face flushed red. She wanted to say, If you're willing to, I'm totally fine with that!â
However, his gaze was too intense. Her cheeks flushed at that point as her mind tied a knot in panic. She said, "You... You got it all wrong."
Harry said nothing else as he turned away to continue packing up in the room.
Dior frowned. She scoffed at herself for not being useful.
What was she shameful about? Was she not undefeatable?
Ahh, drats!
She let a good opportunity go!
Nonetheless, she got to dine with him at night. She had plenty of time.
She could say it at the right time again!
This was a man she lent a hundred million willingly. There was no way she would let go of such a captivating man!
Dior was thinking of the candlelight dinner while Harry walked out of the room with a box.
She glanced at it and noticed that the box consisted of his photos with his ex-girlfriend.
Dior blinked. "Why are you packing them?"
Harry tossed them at the corner.
"Why not? Should I hug them to sleep?"
Dior understood. He was letting go of his girlfriend, was he not?
Unconsciously, her face broke out into a smile. "Okay," she beamed.