Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 245

“No.” Harold said, “At that time, I simply never met anyone…” He felt that if he said stupid, Crystal would lose her temper, so he changed his words and said, “as lovely as you.”

Crystal raised her little tail and said happily, “It was not in vain that I waited for you for so long.” She raised her head and planted a kiss on Harold’s cheek. “Put me down. I’m going to sleep. Hurry up and take a shower. I can smell the smoke on your body.”

Harold agreed and put her back on the soft bed.

The girl, who wanted to be a bald baby just now, was now lying on the pillow and sleeping soundly. Harold touched her hair and lowered his head to kiss the space between her eyebrows. “Good girl.” “You must have a sweet dream tonight.”

It was unclear whether it was because of Harold’s blessing or not, but Crystal did have a sweet dream.

She dreamed that she was happily cracking the grain in the cornfield. The sun in the sky was so bright that it made people sweat profusely. Crystal had good skin that made people envious. No matter how long she stayed under the sun, she didn’t turn dark, but her cheeks were red.

Usually, at a time like this, Debbie would wear a hat and stand on top of the field to monitor her. Whenever Crystal rested for a while, the branch in her hand would be pulled up. But this time, Debbie was not there.

Crystal held a few valleys and wiped her sweat. Just as she was about to drink some water and rest for a while, she saw a tall figure coming over.

It was Harold.

He was dressed in a suit, which was out of place with the scenery of the countryside. But he was handsome wherever he stood. His clothes looked very expensive. He stood on the field and looked at Crystal, who was wearing flowery clothes. He said in an emotionless tone, “Are you my fiancee?”

Crystal nodded in a panic. “Yes, that’s me.”

Harold said, “You’re like a little dog.”

Crystal, “?!”

Harold’s disdain was beyond words. “You’re such a bumpkin. How can you be my wife?” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Crystal grabbed the rice stick. “I can cook! I know how to raise chickens! I’m not even afraid of geese! I think I can…”

“…” Harold shook his head. “No, my wife must be proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, as well as astronomy and astrology. Flower arranging, tea tasting, and social arts are all basics.” Crystal looked at her colorful clothes and then at Harold’s high-cut suit. She felt very self-abased and sat on the ground, crying. “If you don’t want me, my grandma will marry me to the man next door. I don’t want to marry him…”

Harold seemed to have a headache from the noise. He bent down and picked her up. “Why are you crying?”

Crystal’s face was full of tears. “You don’t want me, and you don’t allow me to cry. Boohoo…”

“… Forget it.” Harold said, “You’re not allowed to cry. I’ll take you away.”

Crystal quickly shut up.

Harold reached out his hand. “Is it hot?”

Crystal grabbed his hand and felt the warmth in his palm. She could smell the cold fragrance on his body. He and the cornfield were like two different worlds. Crystal and he seemed to be separated by tens of thousands of light years.

But at this moment, Crystal really grabbed his hand, as if she had caught a gust of wind in summer. She knew that it would pass in the next moment, but she was still very happy about it.

“I’ll take you to eat ice cream.” Harold took her hand and walked on the ridge, saying, “I’ll feed you for the rest of your life.”