Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal)
Chapter 761

Chapter 761

Chapter 761

It was already in the afternoon, but there was no light in the room. It was gloomy and depressing.

The young girl walked in with light footsteps. She pulled the curtains open, and the light from the sky shone in. The heavy smell of alcohol in the room also dispersed a little. She held her arms and looked at the man sitting on the carpet. ”… Did you drink all night last night?”

“No.” Bud’s voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was still cold. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw that advertisement screen yesterday and thought that you might…” She raised her eyebrows and said, “Not feel too good, so I came to see you.”

She opened the plastic bag she brought and took out the warm food inside. She asked, “Are you touched? Only your sister will bring you food at this time. Wow, it’s the soup I like.”

Bud stood up, sat down at the dining table, and began to eat in silence. The girl held her chin and asked, “Have you received any news?”

“What?”

“I guess you don’t know yet.” The girl sighed and said, “Harold found Leo.”

Bud froze for a moment, and then he lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice, “Did Leo confess?”

“It’s not like you don’t know about Harold’s methods.” The girl shrugged her shoulders and said, “I just don’t know how much did Leo confess. It’s not easy to deal with the people around Harold. So far, we haven’t received any new news.”

Bud thought for a moment and said, “It doesn’t matter if he knows. We won’t suffer too much.”

“But mother…” The girl was a little hesitant. “You also know that she has been in a bad mood recently.”

“… Did she hit you?” Bud looked up at the girl and frowned slightly. “I told you not to look for her at such a moment.”

“Didn’t you say that you don’t care about me?” The girl smiled cunningly. “Look, you still care about me a little, although we are not connected by blood…”

She paused and smiled. “But we grew up together.”

“Connected by blood.” Bud repeated, and then said, “The bloodline is actually useless. It will only become a chain to bind a person, and tame him from a person to a dog.”

When he said this, the poppy pattern on the side of his face seemed to be absorbed by his blood in the soft sunshine, penetrating into his skin and adding a bit of enchantment between his delicate eyebrows. It looked extremely beautiful and frightening at the same time.

The young lady’s eyes landed on the extended poppy flower petals. After a long time had passed, she said, “When I find it hard to understand Mother, I would think of the suffering she experienced. Perhaps many years ago, she already went mad, all for the sake of surviving that will.”

It suddenly occurred to Bud that one night, he had just returned from outside, and there was a pungent smell of blood on his body. There was no light in the room, but the moonlight was very bright, illuminating a corner of the European living room. There was a pile of information on the white sofa in a mess. The woman, wrapped in a shawl, stood in front of the round window. Her figure was thin, and the diamond grid on the window was like an iron railing in prison, trapping her and isolating her from freedom.

Then she turned her head and looked at him quietly for a while before asking, “Did you get it settled?”

“Yes,” Bud responded, but there was nothing to say between him and the woman. He turned around and was about to go upstairs, but the woman said, “Come here.”