Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 929

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Chapter 929

"Tick tock, tick lock, tick tock."

The clock hanging in the ward moved forward at a constant speed. Dora sat in the ward and took a nap. She had

been sitting here for four hours. She was really tired, but she didn't dare to sleep. She was afraid that if Harold

suddenly woke up, wouldn't the four hours she had been waiting for be in vain?

Thinking about it now, Dora still felt that Harold didn't belong to the human race anymore. He had been shot in the

heart, but because the wound had cracked again and again, he hadn't recovered at all. There was another bullet

embedded in his shoulder. In this case, he could still calmly smoke a cigarette outside the fire field, and then drive

away.

Dora was the happiest person when she learned that Crystal's body was destroyed by the explosion in the detention

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center.

She had been disgusted by the fact that Crystal would be released in a few years. Now it was fine. Although Crystal

was not officially convicted, she had died.

The eyesore was finally gone.

It was three o'clock in the morning. Under the cold moonlight, Dora saw Harold's face.

This man was too handsome and beautiful. He seemed to be the most satisfactory work of the creator. Especially at

this time, he closed his eyes and covered the thousands of miles of ice in his pupils, as if he had entered the world

from the high clouds.

She wanted to raise her hand to touch it, but in the end, she didn't dare. She could only turn around and pour

herself a glass of water. As soon as she put down the cup, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. While she was in

shock, she saw a pair of cold eyes.

His eyes were darker and colder than most people's.

"M-Master White..." Dora was trembling. "You, you're awake..."

"..." Harold let go of her hand and pressed his forehead. "Why are you here?"

"I'm your fiancee, of course, I should take care of you here." Dora's cheeks were slightly red. "Do you want some

water? I'll pour you a glass of water, and then I'll get the doctor to come..."

Harold interrupted her. "No need. Get out."

Dora's body stiffened. "...Master White?"

"I want to rest for a while," Harold said. "Get out."

Dora bit her lip and asked in a low voice, "Then our engagement ceremony..."

At that time, Harold left her alone in the hotel, which almost made Dora a joke in the whole City W. But fortunately,

Harold just wanted to send Crystal to the detention center. The news of Crystal's death became a topic of

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everyone's enthusiasm, so no one made fun of her about Harold leaving directly on the engagement day.

Harold said lightly, "I'm injured. Can't you see that?"

He raised his head and looked at Dora. "You want me to hang a drip and get engaged to you in a wheelchair?"

Dora hurriedly said, "That's not what I meant. Don't get me wrong... I'll call the doctor in."

After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry. Harold closed his eyes, reflecting the cold moon outside the window.

The sky in winter was not as empty and deep as it was in summer. The moon seemed to have been assimilated by

the frost and snow, and even the light was cold.

With a click, the door was pushed open again. It was not a doctor but Larry who came in. Obviously, he had just

woken up. He yawned as he walked in. "You're awake? You're impressive. The bullet that was taken out should be

from your own gun, right?"

Harold didn't answer.

Larry sat down on the chair and said, "I've been coming back and forth to the hospital and my home recently... I

really don't want to talk about you."

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