Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 750

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 750

Crystal thanked him and quickly ran away.

Back in the dormitory, Natalie had just changed her clothes. When she saw the lunch box in Crystal’s hand, she cried out, “Why are you being so considerate? Did you do something wrong yesterday?”

Crystal coughed, turned around and closed the door. She placed the lunch box on the table and said, “I just went to accompany my boyfriend. It’s not something wrong, right?”

Annette opened the lunch box and sighed, “If those people in the university know that you already have a boyfriend, they would definitely cry to death, and their tears would flood Princeton University. Ah, it smells so good!”

Natalie came over, took out a glass of soy milk, and asked, “What’s the filling?”

“It’s fresh meat and mustard!” Crystal said, “It’s delicious. I kept them for you!”

Natalie touched her bulging belly and mercilessly said, “You couldn’t eat anymore, right?”

Crystal,”… But I was still thinking about you girls.”

On the other side, Annette had already started eating. The mustard and fresh meat were mixed together. She took a bite and the juicy filling made her lose her mind. She said vaguely, “It’s good that we can get a bite of this. The steamed buns that the canteen sells are awful.”

Natalie laughed and said, “Whoever feeds you, you’ll be on their side.”

Harold was not a curious person, but he always wanted to know more about Crystal, so he had asked Dana in the kitchen before. However, after several months of getting to know each other, Dana had a rough idea of how to deal with this employer. She said vaguely, “Oh, Crystal told me not to tell you. Do I listen to you… or do I listen to Crystal?”

Without waiting for Harold to speak, she continued, “If Crystal finds out, she might not be happy. By then, she might cry and make a scene. Don’t you have to coax her by then?”

Master White, who had always done things as he liked, was actually convinced by her.

At the end of September, the Ginkgo leaves of City W had fallen to the ground. It was golden and there were tourists taking photos everywhere. The dark sky was gray, as if it was always covered with a layer of gloom that could not be gotten rid of.

Harold got out of the car and happened to be blown by a gust of wind, rolling up the golden Ginkgo leaves. Like a golden wave, they moved forward in the torrent of time.