Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Crystal really couldn't replace 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."

As Crystal cried, her nose hurt even more.

"All right, all right." Harold looked at her slightly swollen nose and felt a little funny. "If you keep crying, I'll throw you into the pool."

Crystal frantically held back her tears. With a tearful voice, she said, "Then don't walk so fast." Harold turned around and turned his face slightly. "Tug at my shirt. If you lose the way, I'll ignore you." Crystal held the man's shirt with both of her small hands.

The two shuttled through the courtyard. Under the moonlight, two shadows overlapped among the flowers. After walking for almost ten minutes, Crystal poked her head out from behind Harold and saw a door.

A staff stood next to the door with his head held low all the time as if he didn't dare to look up/

Just like that, Harold brought Crystal out of the Evans family's residence. Only then did the staff carefully close the gate behind them.

The place where they left from was the side door of the backyard. It was the special passage for the staff to go in and out of the Evans family's residence. As it was late now, almost no one came.

The night in the mountain was quiet like a deep and serene lake. Under the cold moonlight, the breeze blew, and the flower fragrance lingered in the air.

Harold walked in front and soon saw a black Maybach hiding in the dark like a beast, waiting for its master.

"Good evening, ma'am." Luke stood beside the car and opened the door as respectfully as before. "Oh, hello." After Crystal left the Evans family, she was in a much better mood. Before she could greet the other more, Harold pulled her into the car by a smooth and natural move.

Crystal was unhappy, pouting, looking at him. She was a little mad but she didn't dare to say anything.

Harold took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. He put one cigarette into his mouth but didn't light it up. Then, he glanced at the girl. "Are you throwing a tantrum?"