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

afraid that Harold would treat Poppy, who looked a little similar to Crystal, with special

did not even look Crystal in the eye. He merely said

just talked to him. Then he followed the waiter to

at Dora and smiled. "It seems that you

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

Evans." Crystal chuckled. "Miss Evans, I'd like to give

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

to take off his shirt, he heard a click. The door of the

Harold."..."

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

when she saw the 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,