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?”

her furry head and said, “If I weren’t here, no one would

curled her lips. “I

hint of crying in her

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

just cry. I won’t laugh

so bad, you will definitely…” Crystal choked with sobs and said, “You

see you make a fool of yourself?” Harold smiled. “Then you must be really valuable. Do you know how

sobbed and said, “Then you can go back

face was a little chubby. Her curly

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

felt embarrassed after a long while. She quickly wiped

the car, took out two pieces of tissue, and leaned over to wipe her tears. Crystal’s eyes were wet. “Then why didn’t you remind me

do. No matter what he said, it would be wrong. Harold simply said, “Well, it’s my fault. Don’t cry.

walnut.”