Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 953

"...Master White!" Dora cried out in surprise. She took a few steps over and frowned. "...Your clothes are all wet." Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

The accusation in her words was so obvious that anyone could hear it.

Harold was wearing a black suit jacket today. It was not obvious after being soaked in the wine, but his white shirt was stained. It clung to his body, forming a beautiful and well-proportioned outline of his muscles.

He looked at Crystal indifferently.

Crystal exclaimed, "Why don't... I wipe it for you?"

Dora suppressed her temper and said, "There's no need, Miss Ramsey. I'll take care of it for my fiance." Subconsciously, she didn't want this woman named Poppy to have too much contact with Harold. It would be best if they didn't even meet.

After all, she had stayed by Harold's side for two years and had yet to receive the same treatment as Crystal back then. Although this person was already dead, she had turned into a ghost and constantly pestered Dora and had become a thorn in her heart.

Although Dora didn't want to admit it, in fact, she was very afraid that Harold would treat Poppy, who looked a little similar to Crystal, with special treatment.

But what made her feel at ease was that Harold did not even look Crystal in the eye. He merely said coldly, "There's no need."

He turned around and informed the people who had just talked to him. Then he followed the waiter to the lounge to change clothes.

Crystal glanced at Dora and smiled. "It seems that you like your fiance a lot."

Dora naturally realized that she had lost her composure earlier. She forced a smile and said, "...Isn't everyone like this when they're in a relationship? They tend to worry about the other party more than themselves."

"Then I'm different from Miss Evans." Crystal chuckled. "Miss Evans, I'd like to give you a piece of advice. Don't think men are too important."

Before Dora could reply, Crystal turned her head and saw that Anselm had already pushed aside the crowd to chase after her. She casually waved her hand at Dora and entered the crowd while holding the hem of her dress.

The people in the hotel quickly brought over the change of clothes. Harold unbuttoned his shirt. Just as he was about to take off his shirt, he heard a click. The door of the lounge was opened from the outside. A snow-white figure quickly turned in and locked the door.

Harold."..."

He slowly took off his wet shirt, and the sound attracted the girl at the door. Crystal turned her head and saw him. She was a little surprised. "...Mr. White."

She didn't have any special reaction when she saw the stranger's naked upper body. She felt a little guilty when she saw the shirt that could no longer be worn on the sofa. She took out her mobile phone and asked, "Shall I transfer the money to you?"

"There's no need." Harold wiped the wine stains from his chest with a wet towel before putting on his new shirt. He didn't even look at Crystal. "Get out."

Crystal did not go out.

She leaned against the door and said, "I'm hiding. I'm sure I'll be caught if I go out now."

As soon as she finished speaking, someone knocked on the door and said, "Poppy? Poppy, are you inside?"

Crystal was about to clap for Anselm's persistence. He was such a big star. How could he be so blind to fall for her?

Crystal did not speak. Her back was against the door.

"Poppy? I know you're definitely inside," Anselm said in a dejected voice. 'Are you not even willing to see me now? You clearly bought me ice cream to eat before."

Crystal had bought ice cream for too many people before, so she couldn't remember it at all