Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 39

Crystal didn’t want to go no matter what. “It’s better to go home!” She urged.

Seeing how timid she was, the corners of Harold’s lips curled into a smile. “You’re not stupid at all.”

Crystal pretended to be sensible. “You have so many things to attend to every day. I shouldn’t pester you all the time.”

After that, she covered her mouth and giggled again, her eyes bright like a clever deer. “Oh, I’ve recognized it for a long time. Claire likes you. You took me out for dinner just to make her give up, didn’t you?”

Harold raised an eyebrow. “You’ve used all your intelligence on this? Hmm?”

Crystal was a little embarrassed. “Anyway, I helped you out of it. We’re even.”

Harold: “You’ve earned two hundred dollars and you call it even?”

Crystal muttered, “That’s the compensation for my medical expenses and mental damage. I think it’s too little.”

She grabbed his sleeve and shook it. “Can you cash it out for me? I’ll feel better if I hold the money in my hand.”

Harold ignored her and said slowly, “I don’t have time.”

After saying that, he walked forward, and Crystal followed behind like his tail. “It won’t take a lot of time. Two minutes? One minute? Please, that’s my money. You can’t take it for yourself, can you?” “I can

earn millions in a minute. Do you think a million is more important than your two hundred dollars?” Harold asked.

Crystal lowered her head. “Humph, you’re no longer the best person.”

Harold opened the car door and motioned toward the car. “Get in the car.” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Crystal got in docilely, still murmuring. “You’re no longer the best person in my heart.”

Harold sat beside her and tilted his head to look at her. Then, he leaned over. Crystal immediately became a coward, crying, “What, what are you doing?”

He looked down at the little girl who was huddled up and pulled the seat belt from her side. “Of course to help you seat your belt. What are you thinking about?”

“I thought you were going to beat me up again, then I definitely won’t be able to live.” Crystal

answered

What did she mean by “again”?

Harold was about to say that she had a good imagination when he heard Crystal continue pitifully, “Actually, you can also send me to the hospital.”

Harold was completely speechless.

Luke laughed so hard in the driver seat that his stomach ached. He didn’t te Crystal that Harold wasn’t a man who would hit women.

“Ouch, I suddenly feel so painful.” Crystal touched her neck. “Is there any medicine in the car? I want

to use some.”

“Where does it hurt?” asked Harold..

Crystal pulled open the collar of her shirt, revealing a section of white skin. The bruise was more

obvious than before.

Before the car started, Luke immediately took out the first aid kit and handed it to Harold.

The first-aid kit was full of medicine for external injuries, all of which were sufficiently imported from foreign countries.

Harold took out the ointment for her bruises. As soon as he opened the tube, he saw that Crystal was very scared. “This won’t hurt a lot, will it? If it hurts a lot, I will cry.”

“No, it won’t.”

Crystal stopped crying. “Then I’m relieved.” She leaned against Harold so he could apply medicine for her.

Harold was speechless again.

He wanted her to do it by herself… All right, this girl was clumsy, anyway.

Harold squeezed the tube to get the ointment on his hand and gently smeared it on Crystal’s neck. Crystal gasped and bounced away. Like a frightened deer, she shrank into corner, looking at the man sadly. “It hurts. You lied to me again. Boo hoo…”

When the ointment touched the patch of skin where Claire had scratched with her fingernails, Crystal’s eyes became tearful. She threw a tantrum like a little girl. “I don’t want to apply medicine anymore!”