Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 800

Perhaps because this beach was well-preserved and few people came here, Crystal was able to quickly gather a large pile of beautiful seashells. She was wearing a T-shirt that belonged to Harold, which she used to scoop up the shells by tucking the hem into a makeshift pouch. When she saw Harold approach, she eagerly showed off her treasure while exclaiming. "Ta-da! Look!"

Harold looked down at the coconut juice in her hand, but Crystal didn't take it. She simply sat on the beach, took a sip of it from his hand, picked up a shell, and asked, "Do you know this?"

"It’s a rare-spined murex," Harold said. "The one next to it is a pearl oyster."

Crystal's eyes sparkled. "You even know the seashells."

Harold said, "Just a little bit."

Crystal remembered the last time this person talked to her about astrology, and he had said that he only knew a little bit about it. She made a face and replied, "I only know one."

said,

"Yes."

two of them talking together. He thought they were talking about something, so he pricked up his ears and learned that Harold was teaching Crystal how to appreciate the shells. Harold's posture made Larry see the scene

little bit" referred to him recognizing all the seashell species that Crystal had picked up. He even sorted out a few clam and

noon, they had a famous seafood feast. In the afternoon, Larry was going to surf. Crystal was very worried that he would

of ordinary people. For example, she knew that Larry was known for his good surfing skills, but she was

girl, death was the most terrible thing.

the call. It was from Luke. He was a little short of breath as he said,

"What's wrong?"

killed by a single strike of someone's knife. It was a neat and tidy action. I have just received the news and have already sent someone

slightly taken