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?”

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

jaw with one hand and looked at her with

Crystal immediately perked up.

chuckled. “What did you call

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

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

to ask, “What

handsome face was particularly attractive in the flickering candlelight. He

her to call him

red in an

Luke Jones. “Everyone says that you’re dead. Our men are all worried. Why

time to attend my own funeral

still sitting in the casket and contemplating, then turned

afraid that he would leave her alone

almost fell to

Did he hear wrongly?

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