Spoil My Sweet Window

Chapter 122

Harold quickly answered the phone. “What’s wrong?

When Crystal heard his voice, for some reason, she suddenly felt extremely wronged.

She didn’t feel wronged when she was misunderstood by Antony and scolded by Debbie and Mia in the Evans residence.

“Harold…” Crystal’s voice was very soft. She didn’t know how pitiful she was when she squatted in the corner. She was like a homeless stray cat, shrinking into a small ball, as if she wanted to get some warmth from herself. “I miss you a little.”

Harold paused and said, “Then go downstairs and come out of door No. 1.”

Crystal was stunned. She immediately stood up, grabbed her phone, and ran downstairs. The passers-by looked at her inexplicably. Crystal had no time to care. She went down from the third floor to door No. 1. The sun was shining brightly outside. Harold was standing beside the car. He wore an ash-blue shirt and a pair of sunglasses. He was tall and had long legs. Standing there, he was the focus of attention.

Crystal crashed into his arms, her cheeks pressed against his chest, and her voice was muffled. “Why are you here?”

touched her furry head and said, “If I weren’t here, no one would comfort you

curled her lips.

there was already a hint of crying

had seen it many times. It was said that the more tears there were, the less valuable they became. But now, looking at the crystal tears on the little girl’s cheeks, he

you want to cry, just cry. I won’t laugh at you,”

and said, “You just came

for more than 40 minutes to see you make a fool of yourself?” Harold smiled.

said, “Then you can go back now… I

was a little chubby. Her curly and thick eyelashes

car and said, “How dare you act shamelessly when

while. She

and leaned over to wipe her tears. Crystal’s eyes were wet. “Then why didn’t you remind me just now? You just wanted to laugh at

really nothing he could do. No matter what he said, it would be wrong. Harold simply said, “Well,

walnut.”