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?”

being sacrificed. Shivering, she stammered,

man, either. He deliberately teased the girl. “Don’t you know that I’m

her saliva, her eyes

and then throw your body into the wild,” Harold

scalp went numb, her face saying that the other

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

move.”

inside the coffin at all. Trembling, she said, “Master

these things!” Harold wore a faint cold smile. His gaze was indifferent as he said, “It’s utterly exciting to open your own

really wanted him dead just like that? With some little false

the casket shouldn’t be sealed for now. Harold easily pushed the lid aside. Crystal turned her face away and didn’t dare to look at it. The

face and nerved herself to look at the casket. Sure enough, there were only

far away, which were so

reacted swiftly, scooping Crystal into

stunned. How

was designed based on Harold’s figure. With Crystal inside, the space. narrowed down. She could only lean back in Harold’s arms. Her forehead was pressed against

“Master White…”