Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 3

Harold slightly raised the corners of his mouth, looking at the girl in front of him. Not only was she a bumpkin, her face was also chubby.

“Don’t tell me you’re my…” Harold couldn’t believe it, “…wife?”

Crystal thought she was seeing a ghost. She burst into tears, whining, “I,I, I’m just hungry. It’s just a small pear. I shouldn’t provoke you this much you have to rise from death. It’s too much, sir…”

Her cry was so loud that Harold ducked back, rubbing his brows. Eventually, he lifted her up and sat her on the altar as if she was a little stray cat, his voice low. “If you cry again, I’ll throw you into the

casket.”

Crystal immediately shut up. Her large eyes were filled with tears.

“How old are you? You can’t tell between a human and a ghost?”

Crystal finally realized that this man was a real human and not a ghost as she had seen his shadow. “You were dead, weren’t you…” Crystal pointed at the pitch-black casket. “It’s obviously your dead body inside…”

Harold raised his eyebrows and walked over to the casket. He knocked on it, asking, “Do you want to see the body?”

the altar, like a rabbit being sacrificed. Shivering, she stammered, “No, I don’t want to see it. Don’t,

and he didn’t want to be a good man, either. He deliberately teased the

saliva, her eyes

unhappy, I’ll kill you and then throw your body into the wild,”

saying

her from the altar and let her stand on her feet. As soon as Crystal touched the ground, she wanted

move.”

didn’t want to see what was inside the coffin at all. Trembling, she said, “Master White… we don’t

these things!” Harold wore a faint cold smile. His gaze was indifferent as he

like that?

the lid aside. Crystal turned her face away and didn’t dare to look at it. The man smiled at her, “What? Do you think there’s a walking dead inside? It’s just a few

to look at the casket.

away, which were so clear in the spacious

reacted swiftly, scooping Crystal

was completely stunned. How

inside, the space. narrowed down. She could only lean back in Harold’s arms. Her forehead was pressed against the man’s

“Master White…”