Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 80

In the past, there were countless people who sent flowers to Harold. All of them were wrapped exquisitely. This was the first time that Harold had received a flower that was dry and thin and wrapped in simple leather paper. It looked shabby and thin.

“Don’t you like it?” Crystal tilted her head. “This flower cost me seventy cents!”

She sighed and was about to take it back when Harold grabbed her wrist, took the rose from her hand, and said, “Who told you that I don’t like it?”

“You look unhappy, Crystal said.

Harold twirled the rose in his hand. It was a gorgeous flower with a sweet fragrance. He said, “Do you think it’s appropriate to give me a pink rose?”

Crystal looked at it.

of nobility that couldn’t be described. He was obviously different from others,

for him

her hand, wanting to take the flower back. However, Harold raised his hand high and looked down at Crystal,

raised his arm, Crystal couldn’t even touch his hand when she jumped up. She simply gave up and said coyly, “It’s you who think it’s inappropriate.” “Crystal.” Harold looked down at her and said slowly, “Do you know what the flower language of pink

was a bumpkin. She blinked and asked,

know.” Crystal followed him into the car. Luke had already left and Harold was driving. Crystal was sitting in the passenger seat. She obediently fastened her seat belt and was still very curious about Harold’s words. However, her phone was old-fashioned and she couldn’t search for anything with it. She looked at Harold and pretended to be very calm as she stretched out her white and

windbreaker when someone grabbed her

and glanced sideways

“Lend me

out with the other hand and took the phone away from

When they first met, she was so obedient that she could cry in fear with just a few words. Now, it was estimated that even if

zeros, Harold said

searched for it.

gave me a pink rose. What do