Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 761

Chapter 761

It was already in the afternoon, but there was no light in the room. It was gloomy and depressing.

The young girl walked in with light footsteps. She pulled the curtains open, and the light from the sky shone in. The heavy smell of alcohol in the room also dispersed a little. She held her arms and looked at the man sitting on the carpet. ”… Did you drink all night last night?”

“No.” Bud’s voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was still cold. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw that advertisement screen yesterday and thought that you might…” She raised her eyebrows and said, “Not feel too good, so I came to see you.”

She opened the plastic bag she brought and took out the warm food inside. She asked, “Are you touched? Only your sister will bring you food at this time. Wow, it’s the soup I like.”

Bud stood up, sat down at the dining table, and began to eat in silence. The girl held her chin and asked, “Have you received any news?”

“What?”

“I guess you don’t know yet.” The girl sighed and said, “Harold found Leo.”

Bud froze for a moment, and then he lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice, “Did Leo confess?”

When he said this, the poppy pattern on the side of his face seemed to be absorbed by his blood in the soft sunshine, penetrating into his skin and adding a bit of enchantment between his delicate eyebrows. It looked extremely beautiful and frightening at the same time.

The young lady’s eyes landed on the extended poppy flower petals. After a long time had passed, she said, “When I find it hard to understand Mother, I would think of the suffering she experienced. Perhaps many years ago, she already went mad, all for the sake of surviving that will.”

It suddenly occurred to Bud that one night, he had just returned from outside, and there was a pungent smell of blood on his body. There was no light in the room, but the moonlight was very bright, illuminating a corner of the European living room. There was a pile of information on the white sofa in a mess. The woman, wrapped in a shawl, stood in front of the round window. Her figure was thin, and the diamond grid on the window was like an iron railing in prison, trapping her and isolating her from freedom.

Then she turned her head and looked at him quietly for a while before asking, “Did you get it settled?”

“Yes,” Bud responded, but there was nothing to say between him and the woman. He turned around and was about to go upstairs, but the woman said, “Come here.”