Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 110

As Harold spoke, he whispered into Crystal’s ear. Crystal’s ears were already red to begin with, as if they were about to drip blood-and it was even hotter now that Harold whispered to her ear.

She didn’t even dare to look at Harold. She stammered, “If you don’t want to be my friend, what, what do you want to be?” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Harold looked at her flustered expression and said in a hoarse voice, “What do you think?”

Crystal unconsciously pursed her lips. “I don’t know.”

Harold laughed and said, “If you don’t know, why are you blushing?”

Crystal, “…”

Crystal was about to reply when she suddenly heard a voice. She said hesitantly, “Have you heard someone crying? It’s a woman…”

Harold said, “I heard it.”

“Have you forgotten that Stacie is still down there?”

“…” Crystal said, “Don’t you think we’re a little too much? She’s going to be scared to death on the ground while we’re watching the stars on the top.”

Harold thought for a moment and said, “Do you mean to ask someone to lift the cage up and let her have a look as well?”

Crystal: “… In that case, I don’t think she really wants to see it.”

Harold asked, “Do you still want to know more about the constellation?”

“Okay.” Crystal yawned and leaned against him, saying, “Go ahead.”

Harold looked up at the stars in the sky. However, as soon as he spoke of the two constellations, he felt that Crystal had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Harold smiled, but he didn’t even realize it. He picked her up. Crystal leaned against his chest and muttered something. Maybe she was talking in a dream. Harold carried her down the roof, and Luke was already waiting.

“Master White.” Luke looked at Crystal, who was sleeping soundly. He lowered his voice and said, “If we really lock Third Miss up for five hours, she would go to see a psychologist when she comes out.”

Harold said lightly, “The White family isn’t short of money. Find her a better psychologist.”

Luke, “…Okay.”

Harold put the person in his arms onto the passenger seat and sat in the driver’s seat. After starting the car, he thought of something, rolled down the window, and said to Luke, “Cancel all the access gave to Flower Land.”

“Okay,” Luke replied.

Harold rolled up the window, leaned over, and fastened the seat belt for Crystal. She was really very small. She was curled up in a small ball on the seat, and her cheeks were soft and crystal-clear. Harold could see her rose-like lips as soon as he looked down. They were so close that the sweet fragrance of the little girl filled his nose like soft hooks.

Out of the blue, Harold gently kissed the corner of her mouth. The touch was so soft that he couldn’t help biting it.

Crystal, “… Hmm!”

Perhaps because she felt the pain, her eyelashes trembled. It seemed that she was about to wake up. Harold patted her on the back and tried to comfort her.

He didn’t know how to coax people, let alone children. He didn’t have any skills, but Crystal was too easy to coax. He just patted her like this, and she fell asleep quietly and obediently again.

Harold took back his hand and started the car. He looked ahead and thought, “How could there be such a weak creature in this world, even worse than the loser. At least the loser knows how to climb a big tree and try to grow up, but Crystal only squatted there and looked at others, waiting for a kind- hearted person to bring her home.”

He was probably that kind-hearted person.

He brought Crystal home.