Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 885

Chapter 885

"She is half dead lying on the bed and has pulled out the tube and she's gone on a hunger strike to see Harold?"

Larry almost wanted to curse, but he held back and said, "No, absolutely no! I don't care what method you use.

Make sure that she will eat. Don't allow her to hurt herself. Get out."

Luke, who was standing next to him, was a little embarrassed. He said, "Mr. Reynes, I've already persuaded her. It's

nine o'clock in the evening now, but Miss Evans still has no intention of eating... We can't force her. It's not good for

her health."

Larry,"... Why didn't I notice in the past that this little girl is so hard to deal with? D*mn it."

He pressed between his eyebrows and was thinking about what to do when he suddenly saw Harold sitting up on

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the bed. He quickly went over and held him down. "Are you crazy?! Do you want to be infected?"

Harold said blandly, "I promised Rain that she wouldn't die in the next three months."

Larry understood the importance of the amulet. It seemed that Harold had agreed to Natalie's request, but in fact,

he had agreed to Leilani's request. Now that both parties were in a deadlock, things would become more

complicated if Crystal died. However...

"The doctor said that it would take you at least half a month to recover from your injury. How many days has it

been? Your f*cking wound hasn't even been healed yet!" Larry felt that he had used up all his good temper in the

first half of his life, so he easily lost his temper in the past few days. He tried his best to restrain his emotions and

said, "If your wound is cracked and infected now, you will die. How about letting Luke go there? If it doesn't work, I'll

go. Isn't she just a little girl? I don't believe that I can't handle her."

As he spoke, he was about to press Harold back onto the hospital bed. However, Harold had already pulled out the

infusion needle and said to Luke, "Give me a set of clothes."

Luke had always been respectful of Harold's decision. He nodded and went to get his clothes. Harold casually wiped

off the beads of blood on the back of his hand after he pulled out the infusion needle. However, due to his serious

injuries, even though his expression was cold, his face was extremely pale. The fluttering butterfly bones lifted the

hospital gown into an obvious arc.

Larry cursed in a low voice,"... I must have owed you in my previous life."

"At most an hour, you must come back. Otherwise, I will ask the doctor to drug you so that you can't move when

you are recuperating. If you don't believe me, you can try."

Harold grunted and said lightly, "I do have something to tell her."

Larry was in a bad mood, so he simply went out to smoke. Harold changed his clothes and sat in a wheelchair,

letting Luke push him out of the hospital.

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By the time they arrived at Flower Land, it was already past ten o'clock at night. Harold did not allow anyone to

push the wheelchair forward. He slowly walked through the door and saw Crystal hugging her knees and squatting

at the side of the dining table. The table was filled with dishes that were heated up several times and were

surrounded by a faint heat.

The creaking sound of the door opening made Crystal raise her head. When she saw the person, she quickly stood

up and subconsciously wanted to pounce on him as usual. However, after seeing the cold expression on Harold's

face, she could not take a step forward.

Harold was wearing a black windbreaker, inside which was a light gray high-collared high-collar undershirt, which

made his face paler. Standing under the crystal lamp, the bright flowing light cut off his face, so his indifference

became obscure.

"I heard that you want to see me." He stood tall and straight. His eyebrows were as black as a painting, and his

nose was as sharp as a knife. However, his eyes were full of coldness. "Say it if you have something to say."