Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 958

Chapter 958

Crystal seemed to have thought of something. She raised the corner of her mouth and smiled. Then she slowly walked over, bent her knuckles and knocked on the wall. "I didn't greet you when I was outside. But I'm really curious. How could you, a big shot, come to my small studio?"

"Miss Evans came because she wanted me to make a dress for her, then..." Her eyes swirled as she sized up Harold. She smiled and said, "Are you also here for that?" Harold turned to look at her indifferently.

Crystal pretended as if she didn't notice the coldness in his eyes. "Although I'm not very good at making men's clothes... But for the sake of Master White, I can give it a try."

She raised her hand and gently placed it on Harold's shoulder. Because her skin was like snow, it was as smooth as pearls in such a dark light, giving people a strong visual stimulation.

Crystal moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, "So, are you here for my clothes, or... for me?"

Harold grabbed her lower jaw and instantly pinned her to the cold brick wall. "Why are you so close to me when you're talking?"

Crystal smiled. "Don't I just want to stay closer to you?"

Her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, which were really dazzling. "Master White, what about you?

You simply made a move when you're talking."

Harold used a lot of strength, and soon Crystal felt the pain. She frowned and said, "Master White, it's better to stop flirting. I don't want to go to the hospital."

"Do you call this flirting?" Harold's voice contained a hint of an inexplicable smile. "You've already seduced others. Why don't you learn more tricks? I'm just saying a few words to you. At most, it's just a conversation."

He took a drag on his cigarette, and then gently blew out a thick smoke ring. Instantly, Crystal's eyes turned red and she coughed. Harold pressed the back of her head and put out the cigarette on the white sand table with his other hand on the trash can. Crystal almost leaned in his arms, but was a little bit away from him. In the constant coughing, she heard the man's casual voice. "This is called flirting." "Do you remember?"

Crystal...

Before Crystal could reply, Harold had already let go of her and walked outside. His tall back blocked most of the light. Crystal narrowed her eyes and snorted.

She had thought that Harold would leave just like that, but she didn't expect him to stop after taking a few steps. He turned around and asked coldly, "Why are you still standing there?"

"..." Crystal couldn't be bothered to play the beauty trick anymore. "It's none of your business."

Harold said lightly, "You want to benefit from me but you can't even suffer a little?"

Crystal...

She thought about the 20 million dollars and Harold's life. She took a few steps forward and asked, "What's it?"

Harold put his hands into his jacket pocket, and the wind in the yard blew in through the open window, rolling up the man's light and cold fragrance. His voice was as difficult to figure out as the fragrance. "Didn't you say you were going to make clothes for me just now?"

He calmly looked at Crystal. "How are you going to do it without measuring my body?"

"..." Crystal paused for two seconds and smiled. "Yes."

She looked at Harold and said, "Why don't you take it all off? This way, the data will be more accurate."

Harold didn't show any strange expression on his face. "Are you treating every single male guest like this?"

"You must be joking, Master White." Crystal's finger tapped on his chest. Her voice sounded sweet and sweet as if it was wrapped in honey. "You're the only..."

She raised her eyes and raised her rosy lips. "Male guest I have.