Spoil My Sweet Window

Chapter 53

Crystal squatted under the tree, looking at the dried leaves on the ground, sighing. People’s desires seemed to be endless. When she was fifteen years old, her grandmother Debbie knew that she was the daughter of the Evans family. The woman immediately wanted to send her back so that she could take the opportunity to make a fortune. And then, she could also come later to ask for some sum of money. Unexpectedly, the Evans family didn’t want Crystal at all. Debbie was so angry that she almost died. She scolded Crystal for being a big waste, but she still tried her best to get money from the Evans. In the end, she had asked for a large sum as Crystal’s living expenses. Crystal couldn’t even touch a penny from that money, but Debbie and Mia’s greed was getting bigger and bigger. They asked for more and more money from the Evans family. As Crystal had been taken back to the family, they changed their way to ask for money.

They were like leeches sticking on her skin to suck blood. As long as they could get blood, they would never let her go.

“I looked from afar and thought that there was a mushroom growing here.” The black leather shoes stopped in front of Crystal. The cold wind of the summer night carried the man’s smiling voice. A hand with well-defined joints fell on the top of Crystal’s head. “Did someone bully you?”

Crystal raised her head and saw Harold wearing a thin round-collar knitted shirt. The man had broad shoulders and long legs. When he stood in front of her, he blocked the soft moonlight.

Crystal blinked her eyes, “No one bullied me.”

“Why are you wearing such a face when no one is bullying you?” Harold lifted her chin, “Those who don’t know the truth will think that you are suffered from Master White’s violence.”

Crystal’s eyes curved into a smile. “Although I didn’t see how miserable Corey was, I think you should be very fierce when you hit someone.” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Well, generally fierce.”

He extended his hand to Crystal and said, “Don’t you feel uncomfortable squatting here? Get up.” Crystal slowly stretched out her hand. Harold held her soft hand and pulled her up, but he didn’t let go of it afterward. They walked toward the villa hand in hand. “Is your belly comfortable now?” “It’s fine,” Crystal said.

But she was actually full of anger.

Crystal went into the villa and changed her shoes. When she was about to go to the living room, Harold suddenly said, “Wait.”

Crystal stopped, “Yes?”

Harold clicked on the door lock a few times, “Come. We need to register your fingerprints.” Crystal went up to take a look and stretched out five tender fingers. “Which finger?”

Harold held her index finger. “This one.”

Crystal registered her fingerprint on the touch screen. Harold said, “I have already asked Luke to register your identity at the gate. No one will stop you when you come in next time.”

After that, he went inside. Crystal followed him like his little tail. “Then can I enter your home at will in the future?”

Harold stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. “This is also your home.”

Crystal was stunned. Then, her eyes lit up as she threw herself into Harold’s arms. “Really?!”

She grew up in Sunshine Village, and the Evans family in City A seemed to be her home. However, neither of these two places were her real home.

“Why are you so excited?” Harold hugged her waist and looked down at the little girl’s flushed cheeks due to her happiness. She already had a face that would make a man’s heart beat faster. At this time, her smiling, dimpled face was as beautiful as a flower, which made it even more difficult for people to look away. He lowered his eyelashes and said, “This villa in Flower Land was transferred to me from my seniors. It’s a little troublesome, but if you want it, I’ll make it under your name.”

Crystal was baffled. “You want to give it to me?”

Harold pinched her cheek and said, “You don’t like it? Then I’ll ask Luke to list the real estate under my name. You can choose anything you like.”

Crystal was rendered speechless.

“When you rich people want to give someone a gift, is it always a villa?”