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?”

dare to get mad at him. Perhaps this little bumpkin had been living in the countryside

hand and looked at her with interest. “It’s not impossible to

Crystal immediately perked up.

“What did

White,” Crystal didn’t notice that something was wrong.

an eyebrow. “You’re my wife. You can’t call

was inexperienced enough to ask, “What should I call

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

her to

red in

from the shadows. It was Harold’s assistant, Luke Jones. “Everyone says that you’re dead. Our men

just spent time to attend my own

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

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

fell to

Did he hear wrongly?