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?”

any bit of strength, “Too much!” It was the first time Harold saw someone dare to get mad at him. Perhaps this little bumpkin had

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

Crystal immediately perked up.

man chuckled. “What did you

something was wrong. “They

my wife.

enough to ask,

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

to call him her

red

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

to attend my

the casket and contemplating, then turned around as if to leave. “I have something to do,

was so afraid that he would leave her alone in the casket. She shouted hurriedly, “Honey… don’t

fell to

Did he hear wrongly?