Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 216

When people were sad, they couldn’t listen to words of comfort.

Crystal was about to cry, but when she heard Harold’s words, she burst into tears and pitifully reached out to ask for Harold’s hug.

Harold held her hand and said, “Crystal, you’re like a little brown puppy now.”

Crystal was speechless.

Crystal’s voice was choked with anger. “How dare you scold me…”

Harold said, “I’m not scolding you. I’m telling the truth. Look at how you are now.”

Crystal wiped her tears and said, “Save me quickly then.”

Harold sized her up and suddenly smiled. “I was wrong just now. I shouldn’t have called you a little brown puppy.”

Crystal was confused.

Harold said, “It should be a carrot, because I have to pull you out.”

Crystal was speechless.

Crystal felt like she was about to cry again.

Harold stood up, bent slightly, and hugged Crystal. He pulled Crystal out of the soil as if he was really pulling out a carrot.

Crystal quickly hugged him. Ignoring the fact that she was dirty all over, she rubbed herself against Harold. “I was almost buried alive.”

Harold hugged her like a child, patted her back, and said, “It won’t happen. I’m here, aren’t I.”

For Crystal, the pit was hard to climb up, but for Harold, it was not a big deal. Even if there was still a person in his arms, he could easily climb up. Crystal raised her tearful eyes and saw the sudden hole in the pit. Suddenly, she realized how embarrassing it was for her to be pulled out by Harold.

“I think you’d better bury me.” Crystal cried and said, “It’s too shameful.”

Harold said, “No one saw it.”

Crystal asked, “Aren’t you a human?”

Harold said, “I think you’re scolding me.”

“No.” Crystal wiped her face, only to find that it was full of mud marks. She secretly rubbed her hand on Harold’s collar and said, “I’m so hungry.”

Her voice was a little hoarse, and it gently sounded in Harold’s ear. “Dana said that she would make some dessert for me, although I almost didn’t have the chance to eat it.”

Harold nodded and said, “I’ll take you home.”

Crystal liked Harold’s words very much.

He would take her home. It was as if she really had a home in this world, a safe harbor.

Luke opened the car door and Harold was about to put her in. Then, Crystal patted him on the shoulder and said, “Put me down first.”

Harold raised his eyebrows and put her down. Crystal jumped to remove some mud before getting.

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Harold laughed. “You’re so particular about cars, yet you still rubbed mud on me?”

Crystal felt a little guilty. “I didn’t. Do you have any evidence?”

Harold sat down next to her and said, “There’s mud on the collar. Do I need to take photos and collect evidence?”

…” Crystal’s eyes were instantly filled with tears. “I’m already in such dire straits, yet you’re still blaming me for such a trivial matter…”

Harold was speechless.

Harold said, “Don’t cry.”

Crystal moved inside, looked out of the window, and said, “If I obey you, I will lose face.”

Harold clicked his tongue.

He felt that Crystal was getting more and more difficult to deal with. When they first met, did this little girl have so much to say?

Harold suddenly stretched out his hand, took Crystal’s shoulder, and pressed her into his arms. He said, “Just pretend that I didn’t say anything. You can rub mud on me as you please.”