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?”

shrank on the altar, like a rabbit being sacrificed. Shivering, she

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

her saliva, her eyes widening in

body into the wild,” Harold deliberately drawled his voice, “to feed

went numb, her face saying that the other was

her stand on her feet. As soon as Crystal touched

move.”

didn’t want to see what was inside the coffin at all. Trembling, she said,

His gaze was indifferent as he said, “It’s utterly exciting to open your own casket, isn’t

that? With some little false news, his funeral was

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 man smiled at her, “What? Do you

slowly turned her face and nerved herself to look at the

away, which were so clear in the

Crystal into the casket with

stunned. How did she

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

“Master White…”