Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

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Chapter 782

When Crystal came out of the hospital, the clear sunshine shone on the open space in front of the hospital. When

she was about to look for Paul, she suddenly saw a familiar figure in a wheelchair.

Crystal stopped in her tracks and shouted, "Roy!"

The man stopped and turned to look at her. His look under the sun was really gentle as if it was softer than the

wind. "Crystal."

Crystal quickly ran over and asked, "Why are you in the hospital? Is there no one to accompany you?"

Roy picked up the report in his hand and said, "It's not an important thing. I'm just here to do a routine check up, so I

didn't bother anyone else."

"Did you come here early?"

"Yes." Roy said, "It's not so crowded in the morning. Why are you here?"

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Crystal briefly explained that Sadie was hospitalized and asked, "Roy, have you had breakfast yet?"

"No." Roy said helplessly, "Some of the tests requires me to go on fasting."

"I didn't eat either. Let me treat you to breakfast." Crystal pushed his wheelchair and said, "I want to eat fried

dumplings. What about you?"

"You're rich now." Roy smiled and said, "I'll eat fried dumplings too."

The passers-by around almost subconsciously turned their heads to look at the two people and even suspected that

they were filming a movie. After all, this scene was really beautiful.

The girl was wearing a white dress, her footsteps were light, and her long black hair was smooth and shiny. Her long

eyelashes shimmered with a hint of gold in the morning light. The contours of her profile were extremely exquisite,

and her nose had a slightly upturned curve, making her look especially charming and lovely.

The young man sitting in the wheelchair was wearing a clean and tidy white shirt. The color of his irises was deeper

and more intense than most people's, which made his pupils appear even gentler, like newly fallen snow covered

with a soft glow. The red mole between his eyebrows, however, was like a flame that ignited all his coolness,

transforming it into stunning beauty.

Near the hospital, there was no shortage of stores selling medicine, flowers, and breakfast. Crystal chose a store

that looked visually appealing, and when she entered, she noticed that although it was only 8 in the morning, there

were already many people inside. The store owner and his wife were busy, constantly moving around, and when a

new customer arrived, they could only quickly greet them and instruct them to scan the QR code to place their

order.

Crystal sat down by the window and took out her mobile phone to order. She didn't eat much, so she only ordered

fried dumplings and soy milk. Then she handed her mobile phone to Roy and asked him, "How's the result?"

"Uh-huh." Roy smiled and said, "It's neither good nor bad, I guess."

Crystal knew that although Roy had never mentioned it, he was very concerned about the fact that his legs were

different from those of ordinary people. Therefore, for so many years, she had never asked him how his legs were

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injured.

"Why do you show such an expression?" Roy couldn't help laughing. "It's as if my leg was injured because of you,

and you have to be responsible for me."

In fact, Crystal didn't know what kind of expression she was wearing now. She looked down and said, "Roy, your legs

will definitely recover."

Roy handed the phone back and said, "Sometimes I think you've grown up, but sometimes I think you're still that

little girl."

"Ah?"

Roy said, "You're still using these two sentences to comfort people."

Crystal was speechless.

The storefronts near the hospital were all quite expensive, after all, the foot traffic was extremely high. Perhaps

because of this, the tables and chairs in this small breakfast shop were placed very close together. When the shop

owner brought over some pan-fried dumplings, steaming hot soy milk, and clear broth beef noodles, the people at

the nearby table were Just about to get up to leave. The shop owner probably thought that she could skillfully

navigate her way between the pedestrians and the tables and chairs, so she didn't stop and continued on her way.

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