Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 885

“She is half dead lying on the bed and has pulled out the tube and she’s gone on a hunger strike to see Harold?” Larry almost wanted to curse, but he held back and said, “No, absolutely no! I don’t care what method you use. Make sure that she will eat. Don’t allow her to hurt herself. Get out.”

Luke, who was standing next to him, was a little embarrassed. He said, “Mr. Reynes, I’ve already persuaded her. It’s nine o’clock in the evening now, but Miss Evans still has no intention of eating… We can’t force her. It’s not good for her health.”

Larry,”… Why didn’t I notice in the past that this little girl is so hard to deal with? D*mn it.”

He pressed between his eyebrows and was thinking about what to do when he suddenly saw Harold sitting up on the bed. He quickly went over and held him down. “Are you crazy?! Do you want to be infected?”

Harold said blandly, “I promised Rain that she wouldn’t die in the next three months.”

Larry understood the importance of the amulet. It seemed that Harold had agreed to Natalie’s request, but in fact, he had agreed to Leilani’s request. Now that both parties were in a deadlock, things would become more complicated if Crystal died. However…

“The doctor said that it would take you at least half a month to recover from your injury. How many days has it been? Your f*cking wound hasn’t even been healed yet!” Larry felt that he had used up all his good temper in the first half of his life, so he easily lost his temper in the past few days. He tried his best to restrain his emotions and said, “If your wound is cracked and infected now, you will die. How about letting Luke go there? If it doesn’t work, I’ll go. Isn’t she just a little girl? I don’t believe that I can’t handle her.”

As he spoke, he was about to press Harold back onto the hospital bed. However, Harold had already pulled out the infusion needle and said to Luke, “Give me a set of clothes.”

By the time they arrived at Flower Land, it was already past ten o’clock at night. Harold did not allow anyone to push the wheelchair forward. He slowly walked through the door and saw Crystal hugging her knees and squatting at the side of the dining table. The table was filled with dishes that were heated up several times and were surrounded by a faint heat.

The creaking sound of the door opening made Crystal raise her head. When she saw the person, she quickly stood up and subconsciously wanted to pounce on him as usual. However, after seeing the cold expression on Harold’s face, she could not take a step forward.

Harold was wearing a black windbreaker, inside which was a light gray high-collared high-collar undershirt, which made his face paler. Standing under the crystal lamp, the bright flowing light cut off his face, so his indifference became obscure.

“I heard that you want to see me.” He stood tall and straight. His eyebrows were as black as a painting, and his nose was as sharp as a knife. However, his eyes were full of coldness. “Say it if you have something to say.”