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?”

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

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

Crystal immediately perked up.

“What did you call

Crystal didn’t notice that something was wrong.

my wife. You

ask,

particularly attractive in the flickering

he asking her to

turned red in an

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

my own funeral and experience the

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

was so afraid that he would leave her alone in the

fell

Did he hear wrongly?