Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

After Crystal finished speaking, she felt that her face was burning hot. She quickly got out of Harold’s arms and opened the door of the passenger seat. She sat up straight and said obediently, “Let’s go. I’m so hungry. Dana must have made delicious food for me.”

Harold looked at her with a wry smile. “You’re pretty good at running.”

Crystal said seriously, “Eating is the most important thing in the world. I’m hungry, of course, I’m in a hurry to go home.”

Harold didn’t argue with her. He watched as Bernard got into the car before entering the driver’s

seat.

Bernard was a very obedient child and he didn’t make any noise along the way. When they arrived at Flower Land, Crystal took his hand and walked into the villa. She was afraid that CoCo would scare Bernard, so she closed the back door. She then called Alissa, saying that she had already fetched the child.

Alissa’s mother was still in the operating room and hadn’t come out. She simply exchanged a few words with Bernard before hanging up.

Dana poured fruit juice for both Bernard and Crystal. Crystal touched Bernard’s head and said, “Do you want to tell your mother about what happened today?”

Bernard shook his head. “Mom told me that Grandma is ill now. I don’t want her to worry about me.” He raised his head and looked at Crystal. “Sister, can you not tell my mother?”

“Yes, but…” Crystal sighed softly and said, “You are too sensible, Bernard. In fact, sometimes, can be more capricious.”

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Bernard smiled shyly and said, “Leland transferred to another school, so I’m fine. The other children. in the kindergarten are very good. There was someone who spoke up for me today.” Crystal didn’t know what to say for a while.

With his back against the railing, Harold was tall and slender. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. revealing his thin arms. Two buttons on his collar had also been undone, revealing a piece of collarbone. He held a cigarette between his fingers and slightly raised his head to spit out a smoke. ring. The evening wind messed up his short hair, revealing his full and smooth forehead. His deep eyes looked even colder.

This kind of Harold had a sense of decadent beauty all over his body.

Crystal was stunned. When she came to her senses, she ran over and said, “You smoke again.” Seeing her come over, Harold put out the remaining half of the cigarette and threw it into the trash. can. He said, “Sometimes.”

Perhaps because he had just smoked, his voice was a little hoarse, which sounded particularly seductive.

“It’s time to eat,” Crystal said, “I really want to eat that pumpkin pie. Let’s go down quickly.”

She probably really wanted to eat the pumpkin pie, so she reached out to grab the corner of Harold’s clothes and pulled him forward.