Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 357

Chapter 357

Crystal was heartbroken. "Why are you so vicious!"

Harold continued going upstairs. "What can you do to me?"

Crystal thought for a moment and said, "I will eat chives pancake and then kiss you."

Harold, "..."

It was rare for Harold to compromise. "If you give up the chives pancake, I'll make peace with your coriander. What do you think?"

Crystal nodded with satisfaction. "Now that's right."

She stretched out her white and tender claws and acted like a spoiled child. "Take me up."

Harold grabbed her hand. Crystal jumped onto the stairs and said, "Oh, I want you to carry me up again."

"Don't go too far." Harold looked down and said, "Do you know what will happen to a child who goes too far?" Crystal, "?"

Harold said softly, "She'll be kissed."

Before Crystal could react, she had been pressed against the railing. The man leaned over with great pressure. Crystal felt that his lips first fell on the tip of her nose, and then on the corner of her mouth. At first, they were gentle, but they became fierce the moment he pried open her mouth. Like a beast seeing delicious meat, it was reluctant to eat it, but it had to put it in its mouth to satisfy its appetite. Crystal felt dizzy. "My tongue hurts a little..."

Harold let go of her and said, "Forget it. I'll let you go first."

Crystal's eyes were red. She touched her obviously swollen lips and said, "You can't call this letting me go."

Harold smiled and said, "Then do you want to see what it means to not let you go?"

Crystal quickly covered her mouth. "No!"

Harold bent down and picked her up. "I'll carry you up, so you won't think that I don't give you any reward after kissing you."

Crystal was depressed. "The reward I want is to have another ice cream."

"Be a good girl. You have no right to make a choice."

Crystal, ... Humph!"

Marcus came out of the bathroom. His hair was still dripping with water, and his mobile phone had been ringing several times. He picked it up and looked at it. It was his agent who called.

He called back and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't received any ads recently."

The agent said, "It's not about you. It's about your sister."

Marcus's smile faded. He sat down on the sofa and stretched out his long legs. His fans always said that he was like the sun, radiating endless light and heat. But even if he was like the sun, Marcus could not warm up this coldly decorated room. He was even in the middle of it, very harmonious. The red wine cup on the table was picked up by a hand with clear joints. Marcus took a sip and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Old Madam saw the cheongsam on the show. She said that the butterfly was embroidered well and wanted to replace someone to fix one of her clothes. The butterfly was not Christy's embroidery work, so we didn't dare to lie to Old Madam. Old Madam said that she wanted to see this embroidery artist." The agent said, "I thought that the identity of Fifth Miss is sensitive, so I didn't let anyone tell Old Madam about her. Marcus, how should we deal with this matter?"

"... Grandma?" Marcus frowned.

He pressed his temple. "Does she like it very much?"

"I heard that she likes it very much." The agent said, "Old Madam had invited Christy to take a look at that cloth, but she felt that Christy didn't have that ability, so she put it aside all the time."

"Which piece of clothing?" Marcus asked, "It's just a piece of clothing. Why does she cherish it so much?"

The agent was silent for a moment before she said, "It was the wedding dress that Madam Kyla wore when she married Patriarch Yu."