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?”

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

infamous, and he didn’t want to be a good man, either. He deliberately teased the girl. “Don’t you know that

her eyes widening in

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

face saying that the other was

stand on her feet. As soon as Crystal touched the ground, she wanted to run

move.”

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

faint cold smile. His gaze was indifferent as he said, “It’s utterly exciting to open your

that? With some little false news, his funeral was

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 man

turned her face and nerved herself to look

far away, which were so clear in the

Crystal into the casket with

completely stunned. How

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

“Master White…”