Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 295

Crystal felt that Harold had bad intentions and had never wanted to cooperate with her from the beginning. The evidence was that she found that her lips were red and swollen as if they were stung by bees when she looked in the mirror.

“Aren’t you going to take a shower?” Harold leaned against the door and watched Crystal’s reflection in the mirror. He said, “If you don’t sleep now, you won’t be able to get up tomorrow.”

Crystal turned around and looked at him angrily “How dare you say that! Look at my mouth!” Harold walked over, pinched her chin, and looked at it carefully Then he bent down and kissed her rosy lips, saying, “It’s not a big deal. The swell will be gone when you get up tomorrow morning.” “Really?”

“Of course.” Harold stroked her hair “Go ahead”

Crystal then took out her pajamas from the wardrobe and entered the bathroom

Harold pushed open the bedroom window. In the summer, the flowers in the garden were blooming, and the wind was full of the fragrance of flowers. He looked up at the moon in the sky and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. There were already several missed calls on it. They were all from Bonnie. He blocked the number directly.

Anaya opened the door and saw Sarita sitting on the sofa, painting her toenails, while Mrs. Turner was watching TV while eating melon seeds. Jared was not in the living room, so he should be in the bedroom.

The usually neat living room was in a mess at this time. The toilet paper, melon and fruit rinds, oil stains, and so on were piled up on the ground, making people frown.

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Mrs. Turner raised her head, glanced at Anaya, and said, “Why did you come back so late?”

I worked overtime,” said Anaya.

Mrs. Turner snorted and said, “You might as well not come back and just let us starve to death! Hurry up and cook!”

Sarita screwed her nail polish and said. “Mom, I have already said that we should order takeout. By the time she’s done cooking, I would be starved to death.”

“What takeout?” Mrs. Turner said, “Isn’t it natural for a daughter-in-law to cook for her mother-in-law? She hasn’t gotten married yet. She has to obey the rules.”

Anaya didn’t say anything and went straight into the kitchen.

She silently finished cooking and then placed the dishes on the table. Only then did she call Mrs. Turner and Sarita to eat.

Mrs. Turner picked up a piece of fish and put it into her mouth. She looked at Anaya and said, “Go and ask Jared to have dinner.”

Anaya put down the bowl in her hand, said yes, and turned into the bedroom.

Since one of Jared’s legs was disabled, he seldom went out as he was afraid that others would laugh at him. Anaya knocked on the door and whispered, “Jared, it’s time to eat.”

With a creak, the door opened, revealing Jared’s sallow face.

When he was in college, he was very handsome. Otherwise, he couldn’t have fooled so many girls. But six years had passed, and Jared had become a lot more greasy. He was totally different from what he

used to be.

“Anaya, you’re back.” Jared pulled out a smile and asked, “How’s your day at work?”

“It’s fine.” Anaya said, “Come out for dinner.”

“Did you cook yourself?”

“Yes.” Anaya said, “I also made your favorite braised fish.”

The two of them walked to the dining table together. Mrs. Turner and Sarita had already begun to eat. Sarita glanced at Mrs. Turner. Mrs. Turner put down her chopsticks and said. “Anaya, I have something to tell you.”

Anaya pulled out the chair and asked, “What’s it?” Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Mrs. Turner said, “You know, Sarita has just given birth to a child. She doesn’t have a job, so she discussed with your brother-in-law about running a business. Otherwise, no one can support the family.”