Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 541

Chapter 541

It rained all the way until night fell.

The signal in the village was not good, and it would take half a day to browse the web. Crystal completely lost interest in the mobile phone, so she found a piece of chess and wanted to play chess with Harold.

The house of the Haye family was not big, and the kitchen was next to the dining room, followed by Dan's room. She had not slept with Mia in the same bed in the early years, so Mia and Debbie slept in the same room. Next to them was Kyle's room, and the last room, where there was a small pile of things, was Crystal's.

As soon as Crystal left, there were a lot of things piled up in this place. Dan packed up all the things, revealing the original appearance of this small room.

The ground in the mud hut was bumpy, and in the corner, there was a small bed of about 1.5 meters. The bedding had been laid out, which was made of ordinary coarse floral fabric. Next to the bed was a broken table, which was probably abandoned, repaired, and barely used. There were also some books on the table.

In addition, there was a box with a few pieces of clothes in it, which all belonged to Crystal in the past 19 years.

Harold was tall. As soon as he came in, he blocked more than half of the light, making the small room look extremely small.

Crystal sat on the edge of the bed and gave the only stool to Harold. She reached out to touch the quilt and said. "This is my favorite quilt. Dad still remembers it."

Harold bent over and sat down on a stool. Everything in the room was small for him. There was at small bed, a small table, a small stool, and a small Crystal.

Holding her chin, Crystal looked at Harold and said, "I think there's something strange about you.

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"Hmm?"

Crystal said, "It's strange for you to sit in such a place."

People like Harold seemed to have been born to live a luxurious life. Even if he was put on rags, he would still be dazzling. The kind of arrogance that he showed was natural.

Not to mention that he was now wearing a well-cut gray shirt and black trousers, which were out of place

"Where should I sit then? Harold raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly smiled. His smile was a little naughty, but also a little bad. Even the mole under the corner of his eye was seductive. "On your leg? Crystal choked, and her eyes were watery as if they were covered with a thin layer of mist. She glared at him and said, "Can you speak seriously?"

"You're the one who started it," Harold said. "No one is born to be like this."

His bony fingers tapped on the curved table and said, "Aren't we going to play chess?"

Crystal was stunned, and then she took out the box of simple chess pieces. There was no

chessboard, only a thin, wrinkled piece of paper. Crystal carefully laid it out and asked Harold, "Do you want black or white?"

"White chess piece should go first. I'll let you go first," Harold said.

Crystal wrinkled her nose and snorted, saying, "Don't look down on me. I play chess very well.”

As she spoke, she took the white piece and said excitedly. "Let's bet on something."

Harold asked, "What do you want to bet on?"

Crystal's dark lashes trembled. She rolled her eyes and said, "Whoever loses will be painted with a cat's whisker."

Harold was speechless.

What on earth was he thinking? With Crystal's little head, she couldn't think of any punishment that was better than an eight-year-old child.