Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 897

Sitting in the back seat, Crystal could still see the little cart through the window glass. But when she thought of the cold look in Harold's eyes, she looked away.

In fact, it was just a roasted sweet potato. How much time would it take? But he was no longer her lover who would fulfill all her wishes. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Crystal was in low spirits. Along the way, she pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed. When she arrived at Flower Land, she opened her eyes and got out of the car. Maria stood at the door and waited for her.

Harold didn't get out of the car. He just made a gesture and the car turned away.

Crystal didn't even feel like knitting the sweater. After she came back, she lay on the sofa and read a book. After looking at it for a long time, she was still on the same page.

At dinner time, Maria brought up a plate of roasted sweet potatoes and said, "You didn't seem to like the sweet potato porridge I made last time... Do you eat roasted sweet potatoes?"

When Crystal saw the fragrant roasted sweet potatoes, her eyes lit up for a moment, but soon she shook her head and said, "No."

"Do you think that the roasted sweet potato made at home is not as delicious as those sold outside?" Maria raised her eyebrows and said, "My daughter has the same thought as you. She always feels that it doesn't smell as nice as those sold outside, but there is no guarantee that the food at the roadside stalls is clean and the ingredients may not be fresh. Take the roasted sweet potato as an example. Many vendors will add saccharin to make the sweet potato sweeter. It is not good for your health if you eat it."

Crystal got up from the sofa and sat on the chair. She slowly peeled off the sweet potato skin and took a bite. It was sweet and soft, and it was very delicious. But when she ate it, she burst into tears.

She was very sad.

It wasn't because she hadn't eaten any sweet potatoes in the afternoon, but because of Harold's impatient attitude.

But no one knew her sadness.

They thought she only wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes.

"..." Maria sighed and said, "Why are you crying again?"

She thought that she was a stone-hearted person, but this little girl was too pitiful. Maria had been with her for so long, so it was inevitable that she would be soft-hearted. She went over to hug Crystal, patted her on the back, and said like coaxing a child, "Don't cry. If the baby in your belly knows that you are crying, he will be sad."

Crystal quickly wiped away her tears. Maria wiped away the tears on her face with a tissue and said, "It's okay if you don’t want to eat sweet potatoes. Just eat something else."

Crystal nodded but ate up all the sweet potatoes. After dinner, she was a little full and walked around the glass greenhouse upstairs for digestion.

It was the beginning of November in City W. The cold wind was even colder, and the bare trees looked bleaker.

She leaned against the floor-to-ceiling glass and looked at the night in the distance. There were brilliant lights in the world, which were full of warmth. Crystal did not know where Harold was now, but she

thought that maybe there was a lamp that was lit by Harold.

The glass greenhouse was very cold. Crystal only had a black shawl draped over her shoulders. She slowly retracted her gaze and used a pair of scissors to cut the rose. Then, she brought it back to the bedroom and inserted it into the vase.

The faint scent of fruit permeated the air. Crystal took a light breath and lay under the soft quilt.

There was a big bunny doll that was placed in the position where Harold used to sleep, wearing a beautiful floral dress. She didn't remember who sent it. When she checked the storage room, she found that the bunny was a little lonely, so she took it out of the storage room, washed it, and put it on the bed to accompany her, who was also lonely.

She reached out to hug the bunny and whispered in her heart, "Harold, good night."