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.

had stayed 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

that Harold would treat Poppy, who looked a little similar to

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

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

and smiled. "It seems that

a smile and said, "...Isn't everyone like this when they're in a relationship? They tend to worry about the other

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

could 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 the crowd while holding the hem

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.

Harold."..."

off his wet shirt, and the sound attracted the girl at the door.

little guilty when she saw the shirt that could no