Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

When Harold pressed Crystal down on her chair, she said, “I think Luke is already very thin. He doesn’t need to lose more weight.”

“I think so too,” Harold pulled out his chair, sat down opposite her, his voice light, “Maybe he has a higher standard for himself.”

Crystal thought to herself, “It turns out that people at such a level like Mr. Luke would also be so strict to themselves. I’m so inexperienced.”

Harold looked at the dishes on the table. They were all common home-cooked dishes, but they were good-looking. They were not as exquisite as the dishes in the restaurant, but they were more

delicious and carried a unique homie feeling.

He picked up a slice of beef, which tasted surprisingly good. When he looked up, he saw Crystal biting her spoon and looking at him. Raising his brows, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know if you can eat the food I cooked,” Crystal gestured. “After all, a crab in your restaurant is worth two-hundred dollars.”

Harold paused for a moment, “Am I eating crabs every day?”

Crystal thought, “Oh, right.”

Crystal tried her best to finish her food and successfully refilled herself. Harold still had something to deal with. He looked at her slightly bulging belly, “Go out for a walk yourself.”

Crystal felt that there was something wrong with his tone. He sounded like he should walk the dog, but let the dog walk itself.

“Don’t go too far.” Harold rubbed her head. “Otherwise, you will get lost and I have to call the security to find you. Then, you will become famous in Flower Land.”

“I think the incident at the Evans family home was just an accident…” Crystal explained.

Crystal was perplexed.

The person just sneered. “Oh, you’ve become a rich girl and you’ve already forgotten your family, haven’t you?! Don’t think you have nothing to do with our Haye family just because you’ve changed your surname!”

Crystal lowered her long eyelashes, and there was no expression on her fair face.

The person on the other side of the phone was her grandmother, Debbie Robertson. Crystal regretted that she hadn’t changed her phone number.

“Why are you looking for me?” Crystal asked softly.

Debbie said, “Your father’s legs are uncomfortable again these days. Send us some money to treat him. He has never treated you badly. He treats you as his own daughter. If you don’t even care about your father, you are really ungrateful!”