Chapter 1623

As he noticed how silent Dior had been, Harry coldly declared, “If you’re done, go back and stop following me.” With that, he walked past her. Dior looked at his back and, in a panic, bit her lip and clutched her stomach, starting to cry. She plastered a pained expression as she grunted, “Harry Cogen, my stomach hurts. I’m dying… Can you send me to the hospital?” Harry looked at her sloppy act. “Stomach-ache?” Dior nodded and looked at him, hope-filled. Harry met her eyes and paused. Had she fallen for him? Heh. His ex treated him this way in the beginning, too, but what happened afterward? She gave in to money and reality. Women’s love could be summed up by one word: cheap. Harry had a mocking look in his eyes as he scoffed, “Didn’t you drive here? Drive yourself there.” “But it hurts…” Dior seemed visibly pathetic. “My hands are numb. How am I supposed to drive? Take me there. Didn’t I stay in the hospital to take care of you before?” Harry eyed Dior. It