Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 769

Chapter 769

In the end, Crystal didn't get to blow Harold's hair, because the man quickly dried his hair and lay on the bed. Crystal was scared and moved aside, saying, "You are not allowed to..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Harold had already leaned over and looked at her with his beautiful eyes. There was a hint of joy in his eyes. "Not allowed to do what?"

"..." Crystal was at a loss for words. "Don't... don't act like last night again. The glass is very cold, don't you know?"

Harold kissed the back of her soft, white hand and said, "Then we won't go to the window tonight."

"?" Crystal felt that something was wrong, but in the face of the temptation of beauty, her mind was in a daze. "You can't..."

Harold pressed down on her lower back and lowered his gaze to kiss her. He ground her rosy lips into a gorgeous rose color and then said in a hoarse voice, "Crystal, open your mouth."

No, Crystal didn't want to. Her eyelashes trembled and she said, "I am... uh!"

Unfortunately, she was no match for the old hooligan. Harold took advantage of the moment she opened her mouth and snuck into her teeth to taste the softness inside.

Outside the window, there were a lot of stars. In the middle of the window, the lights were flowing with gold. The evening wind blew over the thin branches of the flowers, making them bend. In the dry wind, the light petals trembled, as if they were sobbing silently.

However, the wind was cruel.

Although the other party was thin, Sadie did not doubt that he could break her neck easily.

There was obviously no such person in her memory, but that kind of fear rose from the depths of her soul and was deeply rooted in her bones. Sadie subconsciously grasped the bed sheet. "...Who are you?"

"I thought you would forget everything and become a good-for-nothing." The man said slowly, "But I didn't expect that even after you lost your memory, you're still a big trouble."

He walked over slowly, neither too fast nor too slow. He could even be said to be relaxed, but every step he took was like a death symbol of the King of Hell, hitting Sadie's heart. He was against the light, and his eyes were especially obscure. The dagger in his hand was shining with snow-white light.

"As expected, I shouldn't have spared your life at that time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have cleaned up the mess now."