Spoil My Sweet Window

Spoil My Sweet Widow Novel Chapter 133

Spoil My Sweet Widow Novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Crystal thought of the rumors that she knew.

It was said that Bonnie hated Harold’s birth mother very much. First, she drove her crazy, and then she drove her to death. Harold’s father did not care about the affairs of the world after his wife

passed away and devoted himself to Buddhism.

It could be said that when Harold was young, no one had taken care of him. He wasn’t Bonnie’s grandson. It was a miracle for him to be in power in the White family.

“What are you thinking about?” Harold raised Crystal’s chin. “You look unhappy.”

Crystal said in a muffled voice, “I’m thinking about the fierce old lady. What if she bullies me?”

Crystal found it strange that she had sympathized with Harold just now.

This man was rich and powerful. She had no right to sympathize with him.

“She won’t,” Harold said. “She won’t dare to lay a finger on you if I’m alive.”

Crystal said, “But you’re dead.”

Harold, “…”

Harold said, “I’ll get someone to send you back to the old house.”

Crystal sat down obediently. “Go and get busy. I’ll entertain myself.”

Harold clicked his tongue.

Crystal admitted her mistake with a positive attitude, but she was going to do it again next time.

After looking at the tablet for a while, Crystal fell asleep on the sofa. Harold looked up at her, took out a grey blanket from the cabinet next to her, and covered Crystal with it.

He tucked the quilt below Crystal’s chin. The little girl’s cheeks were pink and white, and there was at little flesh on them, which looked particularly soft. There was a thin cocoon on his fingertip, and it left a faint red mark on her chin as he touched her lightly.

“You’re so delicate.” Harold took back his hand and saw that the screen on the tablet was still on. There was an embroidery pattern on it. Judging from the pattern, it should be a phoenix wearing at

peony.

He closed the tablet and put it on the table before returning to his office.

Crystal was clearly quiet in the office, but Harold felt that there seemed to be something different.

There were also wisps of sweet fragrance in the air. He could hear another person’s shallow breathing, as if the sun, the moon, and the horse had slowed down at this moment.

Crystal didn’t wake up until half past four. She looked at her phone in a flurry and quickly stood up. “I’m running late…”

Harold happened to come in from the door. Seeing her panic, he raised his eyebrows and asked, “What’s wrong? Is there a ghost chasing you?”

Crystal said, “I’m a resolute and fearless woman. I’m not afraid of ghosts. I’m in a hurry to pick Bernard up.”

11.06

If the children stood alone at the door and watched the other students being picked up one after another, they would be very sad to see only themselves in the end.

When Crystal was young, she was like this when she was in the primary school of Sunshine Village. The mountain road was hard to walk, and it was far away. Other children had parents to pick them. up. She was the only one standing at the door, watching her classmates being picked up one by one. She wanted to cry, but she had to endure it. If Debbie knew that she was crying outside, she would say that she was pretending to be miserable and would inevitably beat her.

Later, Crystal learned to go back by herself. She was very sad at that time and did not want other children to be as sad as her.

“I’ll take you there.” Harold looked at the time and said, “Does he finish school at 5:10?”

“Yes.” Crystal nodded and showed him the phone. “This is the address.”

“We’ll be able to make it in time,” Harold said. “We’ll only need about half an hour.”

Crystal blinked her eyes. “You are supposed to get off work at six o’clock. Are you going to skip work again?”

Harold narrowed his eyes. “I’m the boss. I can do whatever I want.”

Crystal said, “I also want to be a boss!”

“It’s impossible for you to be a boss.” Harold held her hand and smiled. “But you can be a boss’s

wife.”