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?”

touched her furry head and said, “If I weren’t here,

lips.

hint of crying

were, the less valuable

just cry. I won’t

definitely…” Crystal choked with sobs and said, “You just came

than 40 minutes to see you make a fool of yourself?” Harold smiled. “Then you must be really valuable.

go back now…

eyes were big, her skin was white, and her face was a little

opened the car door with the other. He put her in the car and

after a long while. She quickly wiped away

pieces of tissue, and leaned over to wipe her tears. Crystal’s

unreasonable, there was really nothing he could do. No matter what he said, it would be wrong. Harold simply said, “Well, it’s my fault. Don’t

walnut.”