Spoil My Sweet Window

Chapter 55

“All right,” Harold pinched Crystal’s cheek. “We’ll enjoy our wedding night another day. Let’s take a shower first.”

After that, he stood up straight, went out to find a T-shirt in the wardrobe, and put it in Crystal’s arms. He looked at the girl’s small body and said, “I guess you can wear it as a nightgown.” Crystal felt that her height had been insulted.

In fact, she wasn’t short. It was all Harold’s fault for being too tall.

Under Crystal’s angry glare, Harold asked, “Do you know how to use these things?”

Crystal took a look and shook her head honestly.

Harold picked her up and brought her to the shower. He wanted to teach her how to use hot water. Crystal was ungrateful enough to shove the man out as soon as she learned how to use the equipment. Harold went out of the bathroom, watching the night outside the window, thinking. Keeping Crystal was more interesting than keeping a cat.

Crystal took a shower, but she didn’t have a clean underwear to put on, so she had to put this matter aside. But she felt uncomfortable without wearing an underwear. In the end, she wrapped herself in a big thick bath towel. Harold was having a call with someone on the terrace. When he inadvertently turned his head, he saw a white dough rolling out. He asked the person on the other end of the call to stop, which made him immediately became very nervous, thinking that he had offended the devil. “Master White?”

“You need to talk with Luke about the rest of the things. I have something to do here now.” The other party didn’t dare to ask about Harold’s private affairs, so he quickly said, “Yes, sir.”

Harold hung up the phone and looked at Crystal. “Don’t you feel hot?”

“I’m fine.” Crystal pulled her wet long hair. After taking a shower, her whole body glowed tenderly, her face more delicate and gorgeous. Her eyes were black and clear, but her lips were full and so inviting.

Harold had always felt that he had described Crystal’s face very accurately. No man could be able to resist this face.

However, Crystal couldn’t mind it much. She ran over and asked him, “Master White, where’s the hair dryer?”

Harold took out a hair dryer from his drawer. Just as Crystal was about to receive it, he said, “Sit.” “Oh,” Crystal was very obedient most of the time. She sat on the small stool in the bathroom. Harold turned on the hair dryer and started to blow her hair slowly.

Crystal had never enjoyed this kind of treatment in her life. Her eyes narrowed comfortably as she thought that if Harold was her biological father, she would definitely not pull his oxygen tube off when he was on his deathbed.

Harold didn’t know Crystal’s calculations. The hair dryer was blowing gently, but her hair was dried fast. He touched the end of her hair and felt that it was almost dried, so he turned off the hair dryer and simply combed her hair with a comb.

Crystal’s hair was long, but it was soft and sleek. It wasn’t messy even after being blown dry. Behind

her bangs, her fair face appeared as beautiful as a porcelain doll. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Harold recalled that during the New Year last time, some little girls did come to visit their grandparents in the old house. They had brought along some pretty dolls to play with. At that time, he’d taken a

glance at them and found it hard to understand. But at this moment, he seemed to have experienced the fun of playing with dolls those little had had.

Crystal thanked him politely. “Thank you, Master White.”

“You’re just going to thank me like this?”

Crystal hesitated for a moment, then stood on tiptoe and held Harold’s shoulder, kissing him on the cheek and whispering, “Thank you so much.”

A warm and soft touch came and disappeared on his cheek. He narrowed his eyes, “Why do I still think that I’m at a disadvantage?”

Crystal was distressed. “But I don’t have money.”

She lifted her face, “Then you can kiss me back.”

Harold looked at her cheek, which looked as if he could squeeze milk from it with a slight pinch. He bent down and bit her cheek. “Now, it’s barely a loss to me.”