Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 953

"...Master White!" Dora cried out in surprise. She took a few steps over and frowned. "...Your clothes are all wet."

The accusation in her words was so obvious that anyone could hear it.

Harold was wearing a black suit jacket today. It was not obvious after being soaked in the wine, but his white shirt was stained. It clung to his body, forming a beautiful and well-proportioned outline of his muscles.

He looked at Crystal indifferently.

Crystal exclaimed, "Why don't... I wipe it for you?"

Dora suppressed her temper and said, "There's no need, Miss Ramsey. I'll take care of it for my fiance." Subconsciously, she didn't want this woman named Poppy to have too much contact with Harold. It would be best if they didn't even meet.

the same treatment as Crystal back then. Although this person was already dead, she had turned into a ghost and constantly pestered

fact, she was very afraid that Harold would treat Poppy, who looked a

what made her feel at ease was that Harold did not even look Crystal in the eye. He merely said coldly,

informed the people who had just talked to him. Then he followed the waiter to the lounge to

"It seems that you like your

composure earlier. She forced a smile and said, "...Isn't everyone like this when they're in a relationship? They

different from Miss Evans." Crystal chuckled. "Miss Evans, I'd like to give you a piece of

reply, Crystal turned her head and saw that Anselm had already pushed aside the crowd to chase after her. She casually waved her hand at Dora and entered

brought over the change of clothes. Harold unbuttoned his shirt. Just as he was about to take off his shirt, he heard a click. The door of the lounge was opened from the

Harold."..."

shirt, and the sound attracted the girl at the door. Crystal turned her

stranger's naked upper body. She felt a little guilty when she saw the shirt that could no longer be worn on the sofa. She took out her mobile phone and asked, "Shall I transfer the money