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 stammered,

and he didn’t want to be a good man, either. He deliberately teased the girl.

swallowed her saliva, her

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

numb, her face saying

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

move.”

all. Trembling, she said, “Master

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

dead just like that? With

her face away and didn’t dare to look at it. The man smiled at her, “What? Do you think there’s a walking dead inside? It’s just a few

look at the casket. Sure enough,

footsteps arose from not far away, which were so clear in the spacious but

Harold reacted swiftly, scooping Crystal into

was completely stunned. How did she get

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 the

“Master White…”