Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

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Chapter 697

Harold said, “What kind of answer do you want to hear?”

Crystal narrowed her eyes. “If it’s dirty, you have to wash it clean for me.” After a pause, she added, “I mean my clothes.”

Harold smiled. “What else could it be other than clothes?”

Crystal was speechless.

She was no match for Harold when it came to flirting.

Most students had their phones with them, and there were only a few of them outside. Occasionally, they would come across some students who were already in relationships, but no one paid much attention to Crystal and Harold as they walked along the edge of the playground.

“Go to my place?” Harold asked, “The hot water supply is relatively fast.”

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Crystal preferred to take a shower at Harold’s place because hot water came quickly. Perhaps because there were too many people living in the student dormitory, hot water was always not enough, and it would take some time to get heated. She often took a cold bath.

She had planned to take a shower at Harold’s place, but when she heard Harold’s question, she felt that he had ulterior motives. “You’re inviting a little girl to take a shower at home. You’re such a pervert.”

Harold’s eyes looked even deeper under the cold moon. Because of his high brow ridge, the shadow cast in his eyes was very deep, and his eyes looked obscure. However, Crystal could hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll change my words then.”

He bent slightly, and at that moment, Crystal saw the tenderness in his eyes. The man’s voice was light and gentle. “The flowers you gave me last time have wilted. Can you give me another bunch?”

Crystal was speechless.

Crystal thought to herself, “It’s not the act of being a flirt that’s scary, it’s the fact that he’s cultured and persuasive. Even if it was just an invitation to take a bath at his house, when a cultured person adds a bit of polish to his words, it becomes difficult to refuse.”

“But we will all go back tomorrow.” Crystal said, “When we go back, I will send you off.”

The evening breeze blew over the girl’s skirt. Harold raised his hand and tucked her messy hair behind her ear. He said softly, “How can I sleep well on a flowerless night?”

After taking a shower, Crystal sat on Harold’s bed in a daze. She couldn’t figure out how she had been tricked there.

Harold came in from outside the door with a fruit plate in his hand. There was a watermelon and an orange in it. It looked pretty good when placed together. Crystal’s eyes lit up instantly. “Watermelon!”

The fruit tray was placed on the small table. Crystal ate a piece of sweet watermelon and remembered to ask, “Where did you get it?”

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Harold replied, “I found it there.”

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Crystal was puzzled.

Harold sat down beside her and said, “Your brother and the others are experienced. They have ways to get cigarettes, wine, snacks, and fruits.”

Crystal swallowed the watermelon and said, “What will they eat if you rob them of their watermelon?” Harold raised his eyebrows. “Why don’t you send it back?”

Crystal quickly protected the fruit plate. “No!”

With two packs of cigarettes in his hands, Freud pushed open the door of Antony’s dorm in high spirits. “Antony, where’s my watermelon? Hurry up and cut it. I’ll bring half of it to Crystal…”

Antony stood on the balcony, holding a fruit knife in his hand. The knife was stained with a red unknown liquid.

Freud said, “What the f*ck, are you committing suicide? Where’s my watermelon?”

“I’m going to commit suicide and I’m still not as important as your watermelon?” said Antony with a gloomy

tone.

Freud said, “Come on, even if a pig climbed a tree, you wouldn’t commit suicide. And even if the pig that climbed the tree was interested in you, you still wouldn’t do it.”

With a plop, Antony placed her knife on the chopping board and said, “There’s no need for you to bring it to Crystal any more.”

“Ah?”

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