Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 813

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 813

The fire should break out soon, and the corridor was not safe.

Crystal’s eyelashes trembled, and her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. “You want to carry me on your back?”

Lars’ state was not much better than hers.

“Cut the crap.” Lars squatted in front of Crystal and said, “Hurry up. Don’t talk about those trivial things. I’ll leave by myself if you drag it on.”

Crystal lay down peacefully on his back. Maybe it was because Lars’s physical quality was really good. Although he walked slowly, he carried Crystal on his back and walked out step by step. He moved much faster than Crystal herself.

“Hey.” First, he was hit by a heavy wooden frame that left a blistering burn on his back, then he fell onto the charcoal and burst the blister, probably cooking the flesh. Now he was carrying someone on his back, and he was in a lot of pain, gritting his teeth. He had to talk to Crystal to distract himself. “Who did you piss off to get locked up in there?”

Crystal said, “She’s probably more roasted than a roast pig.”

Lars said, “Did she want to die with you? How much hatred did she have?”

Crystal closed her eyes in pain. “I don’t know. Maybe I stole her lollipop from her during kindergarten in my previous life.”

Her whole body was abnormally hot, and her clothes were soaked with cold sweat. Her lungs and throat were getting more and more uncomfortable. She struggled to say, “Lars, if I don’t breathe later, don’t give up on me. Maybe I can still be saved.”

Lars was shocked.

Crystal put her head gently on Lars’s shoulder and said slowly, “I apologize to you for what happened last time. You are not a problematic adult. You are super handsome today.”

“Thank you.”

Lars was stunned, and the breath on his neck seemed to have disappeared. He felt a chill on his back. “Hey…”

In fact, she didn’t have anything worth remembering when she was young. Only when she met Harold did the world finally become colorful.

She remembered the first time she saw Harold when he playfully smiled with a teasing edge while holding her seated in a coffin. She recalled their first trip to the amusement park, where Harold turned his head and looked at her with a gentle, shallow tenderness in his eyes. She also thought of that night when the cool breeze blew and she sat next to him, looking up at the starry sky. The universe had evolved for billions of years and finally revealed its magnificent and breathtaking beauty, but at that moment, she was only cautiously stealing glances at his profile.

Perhaps because she had experienced the ups and downs of human emotions from a young age, she was somewhat slow in perceiving emotions. She could distinguish whether someone’s intentions towards her were good or bad, but it took a lot of effort for her to understand why someone would have such intentions.

She didn’t know what she liked.

When she was in high school at Sunshine Village, Farley really put in a lot of effort to pursue her. Whether it was helping her drive away bullies or silently walking her through a dark and scary road in the early morning without any light, Crystal saw it all and knew Farley’s intentions. But she couldn’t understand his feelings for her.

But in this deep dream, Crystal suddenly thought.

If she liked this kind of abstract emotion and had a name in her world, it should be called Harold.