Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 760

Chapter 760

Antony asked suspiciously, "That's it?"

Crystal replied, "That's it."

It was just that she was the gift that had been unwrapped.

Antony scolded, "Could it be that Harold isn't very good at that aspect?" Even he was able to hold back his desires?

For a moment, Crystal didn't know whether she wanted Harold to be capable or not.

"In that case, I'll hang up first." Antony stood up, wiped the sweat on his neck with a white towel, and said, "Those b*stards are asking me to play basketball" Crystal answered weakly, threw the phone aside, and was about to go back to sleep. However, there was a steady sound of footsteps, and Harold appeared at the door of the bedroom.

At this time, he was putting on airs. He was wearing a loose and comfortable beige home-neck suit and loose gray sportswear, which made him look more relaxed and lazy than usual. "Let's go eat." Harold walked to the side of the bed and watched as the person in the quilt moved. She didn't get up, but wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, looking like a spring roll.

"I don't want to eat," came the muffled voice of Crystal, sounding very negative. "I want to sleep."

Harold bent down and got her out of the quilt. He pinched her cheek and said, "If you don't eat, your stomach will hurt."

Crystal said, "From now on, don't talk to me. I hate you the most."

Harold picked her up and apologized very skillfully, "I'm sorry."

He still dared to do it next time.

Crystal leaned on his shoulder and said in a low voice, "I feel terrible. I feel like I'm going to die." She steady sound of footsteps, and Harold appeared at the door of the bedroom.

At this time, he was putting on airs. He was wearing a loose and comfortable beige home-neck suit and loose gray sportswear, which made him look more relaxed and lazy than usual. "Let's go eat." Harold walked to the side of the bed and watched as the person in the quilt moved. She didn't get up, but wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, looking like a spring roll.

"I don't want to eat," came the muffled voice of Crystal, sounding very negative. "I want to sleep."

Harold bent down and got her out of the quilt. He pinched her cheek and said, "If you don't eat, your stomach will hurt."

Crystal said, "From now on, don't talk to me. I hate you the most."

Harold picked her up and apologized very skillfully, "I'm sorry."

He still dared to do it next time.

Crystal leaned on his shoulder and said in a low voice, "I feel terrible. I feel like I'm going to die." She touched her belly again and made sure that it did not bulge. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I don't want to eat anything."

"Dana cooked you some seafood porridge," Harold said. "It has been heated several times."

He carried Crystal into the bathroom, washed her face, and said, "And if you don't eat your cake, it will spoil."

When Crystal heard that about the cake, she immediately opened her eyes and became very angry. "You still have the nerve to bring up the cake?"

"Are you really angry?"

"If you were treated like this when you're below, you would be angry too!" Crystal said with a mouthful of toothbrush and her words were unclear but her anger unabated.

Harold responded with a "oh" and said, "You mean... I think it's not a bad idea. Next time, you'll be on top."

Crystal was puzzled.

Crystal looked at him skeptically for a while. It wasn't until she was applying face cream that she finally realized that Harold was being a hooligan. She bit his shoulder in anger and said, "There won't be a next time!"

Harold didn't seem to feel any pain. He patted her back and said, "If you're still angry, you can bite harder."

Crystal let go of her mouth and opened the collar of his clothes, only to see a row of neat teeth marks deeply printed on it. She looked a little guilty. "It's your fault. What's wrong with me biting you?"

"It's nothing." Harold chuckled. "But I suggest you save some strength and use it at night. Otherwise, you won't be able to run away like you did last night."

Crystal was speechless.

She bit him angrily again.

After struggling to eat a full meal, Crystal was too lazy to move and lay on the sofa reading her professional books. Even Dana felt a headache looking at those thick tomes, but Crystal could read and take notes at the same time, which impressed Dana. Unfortunately, this respect lasted only a few seconds before Crystal turned her head and fell asleep.

She couldn't help blaming Harold in her heart for torturing Crystal.