Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 122

Harold quickly answered the phone. “What’s wrong?

When Crystal heard his voice, for some reason, she suddenly felt extremely wronged.

She didn’t feel wronged when she was misunderstood by Antony and scolded by Debbie and Mia in the Evans residence.

“Harold…” Crystal’s voice was very soft. She didn’t know how pitiful she was when she squatted in the corner. She was like a homeless stray cat, shrinking into a small ball, as if she wanted to get some warmth from herself. “I miss you a little.”

Harold paused and said, “Then go downstairs and come out of door No. 1.”

Crystal was stunned. She immediately stood up, grabbed her phone, and ran downstairs. The passers-by looked at her inexplicably. Crystal had no time to care. She went down from the third floor to door No. 1. The sun was shining brightly outside. Harold was standing beside the car. He wore an ash-blue shirt and a pair of sunglasses. He was tall and had long legs. Standing there, he was the focus of attention.

Crystal crashed into his arms, her cheeks pressed against his chest, and her voice was muffled. “Why are you here?”

weren’t here, no one would comfort you even

curled her lips. “I didn’t

hint

many times. It was said that the more tears there were, the less valuable they became. But now,

to cry, just cry.

with sobs and said, “You just came to see me make a fool of

a fool of yourself?” Harold smiled.

said, “Then you can go back now… I

and her face was a little chubby. Her curly and thick eyelashes were wet with tears.

the car door with the other. He put her in the car and said, “How dare you act shamelessly when there are so

while.

leaned over to wipe her tears. Crystal’s eyes were wet. “Then why didn’t you remind me just now? You just wanted to

could do. No matter what he said, it

walnut.”