chapter 1627


    Tim quickly used his resources to look for this medicine.


    Hanging up the phone, Dior looked at Harry proudly. "Wait for a while."


    With that said, she looked at him expectantly, under the impression Harry would pity her that she


    twisted her ankle yet still went and tried to get him that PHKL he wanted.


    All she saw as she looked up at him, however, were his dull eyes.


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    That took Dior aback as she anxiously blurted, "What?" "Nothing."


    There was an irony-filled expression stered on Harry''s face.


    She sessfully demonstrated to him to never believe anything one said.


    She would lie to her father, and that meant she would lie to anyone else. He even felt bad for her


    twisting her ankle, but it all seemed rather ironic at this point.


    He would not believe a word she said again.


    Dior looked at his cold eyes, and she had no idea why Harry looked like... that.


    What happened?


    Why was he so apathetic?


    This baffled Dior, but just as she was about to ask Harry about it, her phone rang. Noticing that it was


    her father, she quickly answered, "Father, what is it?" "It''s ready. You may collect it from the counter;


    just mention my name." Tim, still worried, continued, "Dior, what''s the matter with you? Are you hurt?''


    "No. I’m busy now, so I’ll call you when I have time."


    Dior did not wait for Tim to reply before hanging up. ‘Wait for me," said


    Dior as she turned to Harry, "I''ll get it for you right away."


    Harry nodded.


    Dior looked at his distant expression and was bewildered.


    Still, she recounted his personality. Harry had always been cold, so she should get used to it.


    Dior did not press on the matter as she, bracing herself for the pain, limped her way to the counter.


    With a mention of Tim’s name, she finally got the PHKL medicine.


    She proudly brought it to Harry. "Here."


    With an aloof expression, he epted the medicine. "Thanks."


    Dior had grown used to hisck of words, however. She bit her lip and muttered, "I got hurt because of


    you, so it makes sense for you to take care of me, right?" "Okay," replied Harry as if merely returning


    the favor. Emotionlessly, he continued, "You''ll have to wait till I ship this out." "Fine." Dior had no


    choice, anyway.


    She needed to treat her ankle so it would not worsen.


    As Harry stood up, Dior said, "Are you going to ship it now?"


    He was going to, but seeing how pale she looked, he frowned. "I''ll walk you up before going."


    Dior smiled. "Good! Come back right after you shipped it."


    Harry nced at her coldly. "You even know where I live. How do I even get away with it?" "I know,


    right?" harrumphed Dior. "If you don''t show yourselfter, I''lle to your house with the IV stick!"


    "Don''t worry," said Harry. "You did such a big favor for me, and I should return it."


    Dior looked at him. "That''s it?"


    He met her eyes. ‘What else?"


    Dior bit her lip.


    This clueless man!


    Did he not feel like marrying her?


    Whatever.


    Harry was utterly clueless. She should train him slowly.


    Harry thus helped her get into a ward and left.


    When he arrived at the post office and watched the staff pack the medicine, Harry texted Chloe, [Chloe,


    it''s been shipped out. Keep an eye out for it.]