Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148

When Harold went out, he saw Crystal squatting on the side of the road with a wrinkled face and a depressed look. She looked as pitiful as she could be. Bernard was comforting her. “It’s okay, Sister Crystal.”

Harold stopped in front of Crystal and said, “I vaguely remember that you were full of confidence when you took Bernard out.”

Crystal was even more upset. “I have never carefully observed the trees here before. I always thought that there were some red leaves, plum trees, and banyan trees…”

“It’s normal that you don’t know.” Harold reached out to pull her up and said, “The developers here wanted to make this place look more luxury, so they imported some small trees over.”

“Really?” Crystal was a little comforted.

“Yes.” Harold looked at the green tree next to him and said lightly. “This one is Eucommia. Its skin. can be used as medicine.”

Bernard hurriedly pricked up his ears and listened with a serious expression.

“The one over there is Ligustrum.” Harold pulled Crystal forward. At this time, there was an unknown fragrance in the wind, and the setting sun made people’s shadows very long.

Crystal nodded as she listened, as serious as Bernard. Harold held Crystal’s hand, followed by Bernard, and walked around the stone path outside. Bernard chose his favorite three kinds of trees. to collect their leaves.

“You’re amazing.” Crystal’s eyes were sparkling, even brighter than the stars. Her eyes were full of admiration. “Did you major in plants in college?”

Harold said, “I majored in finance.”

It was just that he went to join the army for a while halfway. He didn’t learn much about finance. When Dana saw them coming back, she asked Crystal to have some fruits. Today, she went out to buy fresh plum blossoms and peaches. At this time, there was a plate full of fruits.

As soon as Crystal saw the fruits, she immediately forgot everything. She let go of Harold, threw herself into Dana’s arms, and clicked her tongue.

Bernard was a kid with good manners. He bowed solemnly to Harold and said, “Thank you, Mr. White.”

Harold narrowed his eyes. With his hands in his pockets, he looked down at the little guy. “You called Crystal Sister Crystal, and you’re calling me Mr. White?”