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?”

without any bit of strength, “Too much!” It was the first time Harold saw someone dare to get mad at

with one hand and looked at her with interest.

Crystal immediately perked up.

man chuckled. “What did

something was wrong. “They all call

eyebrow. “You’re my wife. You can’t

enough to ask, “What should I call

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

to call

red in an

man suddenly walked out from the shadows. It was Harold’s assistant, Luke Jones. “Everyone says that you’re dead. Our men are all worried. Why are you

just spent time to attend my own

looked at Crystal, 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 shouted hurriedly,

almost fell

Did he hear wrongly?