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?”

“Too much!” It was the first time Harold saw someone dare to get mad

jaw with one hand and looked at her with interest. “It’s not impossible to carry you

Crystal immediately perked up.

“What did you

White,” Crystal didn’t notice that something

an eyebrow. “You’re my wife. You

ask, “What should

face was particularly attractive in the flickering candlelight. He

asking her to call him

ears turned red

from the shadows. It was Harold’s assistant, Luke Jones. “Everyone

time to attend my own funeral and experience the

was still sitting in the casket and contemplating, then turned around as if to leave. “I have something to

so afraid that he would leave her alone in the casket.

fell to the

Did he hear wrongly?