Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Crystal felt that she no longer wanted to talk to Harold.

She was good at Geography, but she had encountered an earthquake when she was around three or four years old. Everyone ran out of the house and no one remembered to take the little girl with them. Perhaps they remembered, but they just hoped that she would die in the earthquake. Fortunately, the earthquake wasn’t serious. Only the old part of the houses was destroyed, and Crystal survived.

But in the end, it left a little psychological shadow in her mind.

After teasing her, Harold bent down and picked her up, which made Crystal angry, “What are you doing?!”

“We have ceramic tiled floor here. Aren’t you cold?”

Crystal curled up her toes and felt it was indeed quite cold.

Harold carried her back to their room. The clothes she had changed last night had been washed and dried. Crystal put on her clothes and shoes, washed her face, and went downstairs with Harold. Aimee was the best stylists in the industry, and she could get in touch with a lot of fashion resources. Many celebrities had become even shinier thanks to her hands. Even if a famous actress wanted her service, she had to make the appointment half a year in advance. But today, the stylist. had arrived early in the morning and waited downstairs for nearly two hours without any complaints. In fact, when she received the phone call, she was stunned. She was even more confused when she successfully entered the gate of Flower Land.

She had never thought that she would be able to visit a place like Flower Land in this life. She could be proud of this achievement until she died.

However, having been in the circle for so many years, she knew that there were many things she couldn’t ask or look at more. So after she came in with the team, she just delivered ginger greetings. and didn’t dare to look at her client’s appearance at all.

The sound of slippers clattering down the stairs came, and Aimee heard the soft voice of a young girl. “I’m a little hungry.”

“Breakfast is here. It’s on the table.” The man’s voice was low and casual. “Check if it’s still hot.” Crystal went to the dining table and saw that it was pumpkin and millet porridge, as well as some sandwiches with soup. All was still warm.

As she ate, she looked at those silent people and asked Harold, “Who are they?”