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.

by Harold's side for two years and had yet to receive the same treatment as Crystal back then. Although this person was already dead, she had turned into a ghost

fact, she was very afraid that

ease was that Harold did not even look Crystal in the eye. He merely

to him. Then he followed

smiled. "It seems that you like

that she had lost her composure earlier. She forced a smile and said, "...Isn't everyone like this when they're in

I'm different from Miss Evans." Crystal chuckled. "Miss Evans, I'd like to give you a piece of advice. Don't

head and saw that Anselm had already pushed aside the crowd to chase after her. She casually waved her hand at Dora and entered the crowd while holding the hem of

in the hotel quickly 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 outside. A

Harold."..."

off his wet shirt, and the sound attracted the girl at the door. Crystal turned her head and saw him. She

upper body. She felt a little guilty when she saw the shirt that could no longer be