Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 548

Because it was raining again, the road to the town was still slippery and hard to walk on. The body of the off-road vehicle was splashed with mud. Crystal lost her temper and leaned in Harold’s arms, doubting her life.

Was she so delicate before?

It must be Harold’s fault for being so kind to her, causing her to be so picky.

About an hour later, they finally arrived at the town. It was the day of the fair. Many people from the surrounding villages came. There were rows of stalls on both sides of the narrow road. People were selling vegetables, seeds, pesticides, clothes, and meat… There were shouts everywhere. When children encountered such occasions, they would be very excited. They would walk through the crowd in groups, not afraid of the big sun above their heads, and burst into laughter. Because the two sides of the road were too crowded, the car could not drive in at all. The off-road vehicle stopped on the side of the road. Harold got out of the car first, opened the umbrella in his hand, and let Crystal down.

Even if the quality of the umbrella was good, when Crystal left the car with the air conditioner on, she still felt a burst of hot air hitting her face, which made her white and tender cheeks instantly turn red.

Although Crystal grew up in Sunshine Village, she had never been to a big fair. She felt that it was very interesting. Harold felt that she was no different from the running children at this time. While Crystal was squatting on the ground playing with other people’s chickens, Harold was standing behind her and holding the umbrella. The group of people was incompatible with this small town, and many people were secretly looking at them.

She saw that Crystal was very pretty and knew that she liked these chickens,

quickly shook her head. “There’s no

Flower Land, it would be trampled to death or eaten

a bottle of mineral water. He just took it out from the small refrigerator, which was still as cold

Harold asked, “Which stall is selling the peach crisp

she made to Harold by the river. She was a little embarrassed. “But I haven’t made up a wreath

of beautiful Brachyscome Angustifolia beside her. The flowers were worthless and they could be

and made a circle with its thin

Crystal said, “Give me your

an engagement ring, so you should wear it on the middle finger. I’ll give you the wedding ring that you