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?”

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 a long time she didn’t know what kind of

at her with interest. “It’s not impossible to carry

Crystal immediately perked up.

“What did you

something was wrong. “They all call you

eyebrow. “You’re my

enough to ask, “What should I call you

was particularly attractive in the flickering candlelight. He said unhurriedly, “Use

to call him

turned red in an

It was Harold’s assistant, Luke Jones. “Everyone says that you’re dead. Our men are all worried. Why are

to attend my own

at Crystal, who was still sitting in the casket and contemplating, then turned around as if

would leave her alone in the

fell to the

Did he hear wrongly?