Chapter 1652

“Harry, why don’t you go and dance?” Dior sat next to Harry, placed the plate with slices of meat on the table, and looked at him intensely. Harry took another sip of his wine. “I’m not interested,” he responded. Dior then gazed at his striking side-profile, watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. Blinking, there was only one thought in Dior’s mind at that very moment—kiss him. With this thought in her mind, her head instinctively leaned closer to him. This was a good opportunity to kiss him. She was not Dior if she missed this! Seemingly noticing what she was up to, Harry pressed a finger against Dior’s forehead, effectively stopping her ruby lips from grazing his thin ones. Their lips were only a few centimeters away from one another. “Don’t mess around!” snapped Harry as he then pushed her away. Of course, this did not sit well with Dior. “Didn’t you admit to being my boyfriend earlier?” she spoke. “So what if I kiss you?” Harry glared at her coldly,