Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 4

“I can’t let others know that I’m not dead.”

“Hmm…” Crystal thought for a moment. “But why did you bring me in here?”

Harold tutted. “It just came handy.”

Crystal wiggled her body. “Can we go out now…”

Harold pushed open the lid of the casket. He jumped out agilely with the support of only one hand. Crystal’s forehead was covered in sweat. She was so afraid of height and could only seek Harold’s help. “Master White… It’s too high. I’m scared.”

Harold rested his elbow on the side of the casket, looking nonchalant. “What does it have to do with

me?”

Crystal’s eyes sparkled with tears. “But… you brought me in…”

The man remained unmoved. “Oh, I did that, so what?”

time Harold saw someone dare to get mad at him. Perhaps this little bumpkin had been living in the countryside for a long time she

hand and looked at her with interest. “It’s not impossible

Crystal immediately perked up.

chuckled. “What did you call

White,” Crystal didn’t notice that something was

eyebrow. “You’re my wife. You can’t call

ask, “What should I call

was particularly attractive in the flickering candlelight.

he asking her to call him her

ears turned red

from the shadows. It was Harold’s assistant, Luke Jones. “Everyone says that you’re dead. Our men are all worried. Why are you

time to attend my own funeral and experience

looked at Crystal, who was still sitting in the casket and contemplating, then turned around as if to leave. “I have something to do,

alone in the casket. She shouted

fell

Did he hear wrongly?