Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 782

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 782

When Crystal came out of the hospital, the clear sunshine shone on the open space in front of the hospital. When she was about to look for Paul, she suddenly saw a familiar figure in a wheelchair.

Crystal stopped in her tracks and shouted, “Roy!”

The man stopped and turned to look at her. His look under the sun was really gentle as if it was softer than the wind. “Crystal.”

Crystal quickly ran over and asked, “Why are you in the hospital? Is there no one to accompany you?”

Roy picked up the report in his hand and said, “It’s not an important thing. I’m just here to do a routine check­up, so I didn’t bother anyone else.”

“Did you come here early?”

“Yes.” Roy said, “It’s not so crowded in the morning. Why are you here?”

Crystal briefly explained that Sadie was hospitalized and asked, “Roy, have you had breakfast yet?”

“No.” Roy said helplessly, “Some of the tests requires me to go on fasting.”

“I didn’t eat either. Let me treat you to breakfast.” Crystal pushed his wheelchair and said, “I want to eat fried dumplings. What about you?”

“You’re rich now.” Roy smiled and said, “I’ll eat fried dumplings too.”

The passers-by around almost subconsciously turned their heads to look at the two people and even suspected that they were filming a movie. After all, this scene was really beautiful.

In fact, Crystal didn’t know what kind of expression she was wearing now. She looked down and said, “Roy, your legs will definitely recover.”

Roy handed the phone back and said, “Sometimes I think you’ve grown up, but sometimes I think you’re still that little girl.”

“Ah?”

Roy said, “You’re still using these two sentences to comfort people.”

Crystal was speechless.

The storefronts near the hospital were all quite expensive, after all, the foot traffic was extremely high. Perhaps because of this, the tables and chairs in this small breakfast shop were placed very close together. When the shop owner brought over some pan-fried dumplings, steaming hot soy milk, and clear broth beef noodles, the people at the nearby table were Just about to get up to leave. The shop owner probably thought that she could skillfully navigate her way between the pedestrians and the tables and chairs, so she didn’t stop and continued on her way.