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?”

was about to explode. She said without any bit of strength, “Too much!” It was the first time Harold saw someone dare to get mad at him. Perhaps this little bumpkin had been living in the countryside for

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

Crystal immediately perked up.

“What did

didn’t notice that something was wrong. “They

raised an eyebrow. “You’re my wife.

ask, “What should I call you

attractive in the flickering

asking her to call him

turned red in

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

my own funeral and experience

then turned around as if to leave. “I have something to

alone in the casket. She

fell

Did he hear wrongly?