Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 21

Luke glanced at the gun beside his boss and thinned his lips, not daring to laugh.

A cold-faced King of Hell like Harold looked really funny when he coaxed a little girl. Was it the same when a man coaxed his woman?

Harold still had something to do, so he had to leave after lunch. Before leaving, he pinched Crystal’s soft face again. “It’s boring to go to the wake and guard my casket. You’re allowed to stay home and sleep.”

“But if I don’t go, Mrs. Freda will scold me again. She may even spank me.” Crystal furrowed her lovely eyebrows. “Why are women so fierce?”

“You’re also a woman. Isn’t it better to be fiercer than her?” Harold poked her forehead with his finger. “Aren’t you pretty bold? I heard that you often provoke your grandmother until she faints.” Crystal was speechless.

The servant brought Harold’s leather gloves. He put them on slowly, which made his fingers look even more slender. He balled and unfolded his fingers a few times with killing intent. It was a pair of hands that could squeeze humans and animals to death, and he just touched Crystal’s face with them.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I’m the head of the White family. Even if I die, you’re still the first lady of the family. You’re Mrs. White. No one can’t trouble you. Understand?”

Crystal did not seem to understand, but she still nodded, “So, I’m such a powerful figure.”

course,” Harold said. “Do you really think that I married you because

a real brave

“…” Harold scoffed, “Sure.”

and saw him off, smiling sweetly. “Goodbye, Master White. I’ll

down and raised his hand without

the corner, he still looked back. Crystal stood in the yard with warm sunshine flowing

understood the feeling of having someone await him. It was

guests came. Listening to Harold, Crystal didn’t kneel anymore. The servants didn’t dare to say anything about her. Only Delia, who was

the mourning period. Why aren’t

I don’t want

breath. “You’re the new wife to this White family. This is not the place where you can

approached her slowly. Delia felt uncomfortable under the other’s

slowly,

raised her chin. “I’m Mrs. Freda’s