chapter 1697


    It was not to forgive Anthonypletely.


    Dior frowned and looked at Charmine hopelessly. "Charmine, Anthony is treating you so well. Have you


    genuinely not thought of getting back with him?" "No," replied Charmine, no hesitance detected. "We''ll


    never get back together.”


    No matter what he did to stir her emotions nor how much he had given up for her, he had crossed her


    line.


    Anthony had slept with Waverly, and Charmine would never forgive him for that.


    Dior gently touched Charmine''s shoulder as a form of silentfort.


    Love was not for outsiders toment on. Only the ones in it would understand it.


    "Let''s not talk about this," muttered Charmine. "It''s not so bad now."


    Charmine looked level-headed, seemingly as if she was not heartbroken before. Gazing at the tranquil


    vige distantly, she spoke, "It''s still early, so let’s go out for a walk and get a breather." "Good idea."


    Dior left with her.


    Dior then recalled how Harry was close to recoveringpletely and that they would have to return to


    Burlington soon. She had no idea when they would return to this scenic vige again.


    She adored this vige. Apart from its romantic atmosphere, this was the ce where her love story


    with Harry blossomed.


    Meanwhile...


    Sonia was on her way to look for Harry, but as she walked and got to a well, she saw Dior and another


    woman standing on the bridge, chatting casually.


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    Sonia quickly hid behind a tree with her arms crossed and waited for them to leave.


    It did not take long before the voices of the two women were heard.


    Sonia did not want to hear them, but Dior''s giddy voice was too loud.


    Most frustrating of all, Dior was evening up with names for her baby with Harry.


    How absurd.


    Harry had just scooped up some vegetables for her, and she was that far into nning their future?


    What a daydreamed


    Harry would never marry Dior nor would he have babies with her. He could only belong to her, Sonia!


    Soia clenched her fists and red at Dior, who was standing on the bamboo bridge.


    Looking at how happy she looked and listening to the disgusting things she rambled on about, Sonia


    wished she could just walk up to her and tear off her mouth.


    Despite her burning rage, Sonia had to contain herself.


    Once she exined to Harry her situation, she would not have to do this herself. Harry would kick Dior


    out for her!


    Oh, how she longed to see who would be smiling in the end.


    Sonia waited for a long and painful while before the two women finally left.


    She walked out from her corner and smiled at the sight of Dior''s back. Yes, she still had that grin on her


    face, but that would be wiped clean with tears the moment she returned from her little walk.


    Sonia arrived at the vige chief’s house and pushed the door open. She noticed that the entire house


    was pitch-ck, save Harry''s room with the lights on.


    Sonia did not hesitate to walk in. When she pushed open the room''s door, she saw...


    Harry, supported by a walker, attempted to walk inside the spacious room.


    Sonia frowned. It was only then did she notice his heavily bandaged leg.


    Since when was he hurt?


    "Harry..." The visibly worried Sonia rushed up to Harry quickly.


    She reached out and tried to support him, but before she could touch him, he flinched away from her.


    Harry shot her a hostile re, his expression ice-like cold. "Shouldn’t you knock before youe in?”


    Sonia''s face stiffened. A momentter, she gently replied, "I''m sorry, but I just saw your bandaged leg. I


    was too worried and I panicked. I forgot."


    Harry scoffed. "Worried? Did you see the wrong person? Did you think I''m that boyfriend of yours?"