Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Crystal really couldn’t find another reason.

Harold stopped teasing her as he felt it was enough. “Let’s go. Don’t lose track of me.”

Crystal carefully followed behind him, asking timidly. “Master White, don’t tell me we’re going to leave through the main gate? Won’t it be terrible if the Evans family recognizes you? What will we do if you get on the news?”

“Aren’t you hungry? Why are you still so talkative?” Harold slowed down and leaned to her side, hist voice faint. “You should be the one getting on the news. Crystal from the Evans family fell over the wall and died at midnight.”

Crystal shivered and covered her mouth, indicating that she wouldn’t speak again.

The Evans family’s garden was very well-designed. The waterside pavilions were all exquisitely built. In the night, the silver moonlight scattered on them, making everything a vivid ink painting.

The two of them walked on a cobblestone path. Crystal suddenly twisted her foot and threw herself forward. Her little face hit Harold’s back.

The man had been exercising and doing martial arts year round, so every part of his body was really tough. Crystal hit her nose so hard that it hurt. Tears gushed out of her eyes. “Boohoo, my nose…” Before the victim could say anything, the perpetrator had already cried. Harold looked at her and said, “You hit me. Why are you crying first?”

Crystal stroked her nose, her eyes red. “It hurts…”

Harold’s tongue pushed on the inner side of his cheek. He helplessly pulled the girl’s hand off her nose. On her porcelain white face, her nose was abnormally red. It seemed she had hit him hard. “It’ll be better after a while. It’s your fault that you didn’t see the way.” Harold looked at her pitiful face.

Crystal felt wronged. Her tears dropped one after another. “Boohoo, I was afraid I can’t keep up with you to have the seafood feast…”

This time, Harold laughed. “You really can do anything for the sake of food. Don’t tell me you’re going to ask me to walk a little slower? You’re really something.”