Chapter 1311 However, why did he merely leave the photos at the corner?
Was he not supposed to toss them away?
Darn. He loved that woman so much that he probably missed her!
Dior pouted and swore to herself that she had to win this man over!
She would be the one throwing out these photos!
Thinking of that made her feel gratified.
Dior then wanted to ask him out that afternoon, but after sitting in his house for a while, he said he had to do something outside.
Speechless, Dior dejectedly returned to the gallery.
She was not in the zone throughout the afternoon. In the evening, Dior went home to dress up. After putting on some makeup, she put on the right shade of lipstick.
She put on a sexy red gown along with ten-centimeters high heels.
She looked haughty, ravishing, seductive, and sexy.
Once she finished her makeup, she phoned Harry excitedly, "Are you free yet? I can pick you up." "Yes, I'm free.â "Okay, where are you? Iâll come and get you."
Harry just got in his car, but he got out when he heard Diorâs offer. "ES Mall," he replied.
"Okay, wait for me. I'm coming over now." "Okay."
Dior hung up and thought of how that night was their first dinner together. Her heart skipped a beat.
Her thoughts then brought up the possibilities of making him drunk...
Dior's ears grew hot. She picked up her bag and went downstairs.
She was not close to the ES Mall; it was quite far. Even so, she could almost see the man smoking by the roadside.
He was dressed in his Armani suit, his side-profile facing her.
Dark eyes, a slinky body, and a charming, handsome face...
Darn it! Somebody should kill her!
How was there such a handsome man in the world?
Dior did not get enough of him as she stared at him blankly.
Her car pulled up beside him.
Dior rolled down the window and took out her shades. Her clear eyes looked at him as she haughtily invited, "Come on up."
Harry still had smoke coming out from his mouth, but his charming eyes pierced through the clouds as he eyed her.
So beautiful, elegant, and sexy. At that moment, she managed to stun him.
However, it merely lasted for one second.
He no longer permitted love in his world.
Harry tossed the cigarette head on the floor. His shiny shoes stepped on it to extinguish it before he opened the car door and went inside.
Dior looked away and started driving. "What were you upto in the mall?" she asked.
Harry answered emotionlessly, "Buying clothes."
Dior jolted.
He bought such an expensive suit, just to look good for her?
How thoughtful.
Her red lips curled into a smirk as she commented, "You have good taste.
You look good in it."
Harry did not react much. He made a sound of acknowledgment and picked up his phone to work on something.
Dior took a glance and saw him chatting with someone.
As if sensing her glance, he put down his phone.
Dior looked away as well. She already saw the name of the person-[B].
So long as it was not that woman, or she would not be able to eat!
When they arrived at the restaurant, she gave her car key to the valet while she walked beside him in her heels.
Looking at his handsome side face, she liked him more and more. She was in love.
However, the more she looked at him, the more disappointed she felt...
So what if he was handsome and perfect?
He was not hers.
Dior took another look at him and internally decided.
It was either she got him, or she would write her name backward! 1 She had to make this man drunk after their dinner. She did not believe he would not fall for her!