Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1702

Harry felt as though his heart had been pierced.

He dared not imagine how much of a douche he would have become if everything Sonia said was true.

He put her through so much.

Dior, meanwhile, laid in bed with her eyes fixed on Harry. When she saw how regretful he looked, she was dumbfounded.

Was he possibly regretting breaking up with Sonia? Was he-dare Dior say- regretting dating her?

D*mn it!

What did the b*tch say to him when she was out with Charmine?

Did Harry still have feelings for her? Why else would he be so apathetic whenever Sonia made her appearance?

Always an impatient character, Dior could not help asking, "Harry, what are you trying to do? You’re always so cold to me whenever your ex shows up. Do you think this is fair to me?"

Harry snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at Dior dully.

Since Sonia had explained everything to him, there was no need for Harry to keep using Dior to trigger Sonia.

He wanted to tell Dior the truth, to tell her that he had merely been using her.

Try as he might, however, he just could not do it as he gazed into her hope- filled eyes. His thin lips moved but ended up saying nothing.

Before he figured out the truth, Harry must not make any rushed conclusion.

Harry looked at Dior and passively replied, "It’s nothing. I'm thinking about something else." "Oh." Dior bit her lip. Although she knew he was lying to her, what else could she say?

Could she even get mad at him? Could she ask him to stop finding his ex?

No. That would only start an argument and benefit that b*tch.

The b*tch would want them to argue, and Harry would then go running after her.

What a despicable thing, this was.

Nonetheless, Dior recalled that Harry would typically behave in this way, moody and all, after Sonia got into his head. It would not take long before he would recover, though.

Perhaps when he wakes up tomorrow...he would treat her gently and care for her?

In the end, Dior did not hold it against him. Gazing at him, she said, "Rest early, then. Don't trouble yourself."

Harry nodded, though his eyes were still trained to the ceiling, much to Dior's annoyance.

She thus turned her back to him, not wanting to see him in such a state.

A while later, Harry still could not sleep. His brows were furrowed as he tossed and turned in bed.

Although he had been telling himself not to believe and care about Sonia, he still could not act as if he knew nothing.

He could not let Sonia face this on her own.

After a while, he finally got out of bed. He took his phone to the front yard and made a phone call. "Find out what's going on between Sonia and George Hadington. Give me an answer within two hours." "Yes, President Cogen," came a polite response.

Harry felt a sense of relief after making the phone call and hanging up. He was no longer so worried.

This was the last chance he would be taking, otherwise, he would regret it for the rest of his life

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Even after she had left the village chief's house, Sonia could not get over how emotional Harry looked.

Yes, he made her leave, but she knew him all too well: He was the type to act like nothing was happening but would investigate it silently.

Sonia squinted. How could she get away with this?

If Harry found out that everything she said was fake, they would never get back together!

Sonia clenched her fists as her eyes burned with determination.

This was her last shot-she had to give it all.

Of course, Sonia had no power nor status with her. No one would cover up for her!