Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Harold slightly raised the corners of his mouth, looking at the girl in front of him. Not only was she a bumpkin, her face was also chubby.

“Don’t tell me you’re my…” Harold couldn’t believe it, “…wife?”

Crystal thought she was seeing a ghost. She burst into tears, whining, “I,I, I’m just hungry. It’s just a small pear. I shouldn’t provoke you this much you have to rise from death. It’s too much, sir…”

Her cry was so loud that Harold ducked back, rubbing his brows. Eventually, he lifted her up and sat her on the altar as if she was a little stray cat, his voice low. “If you cry again, I’ll throw you into the

casket.”

Crystal immediately shut up. Her large eyes were filled with tears.

“How old are you? You can’t tell between a human and a ghost?”

Crystal finally realized that this man was a real human and not a ghost as she had seen his shadow. “You were dead, weren’t you…” Crystal pointed at the pitch-black casket. “It’s obviously your dead body inside…”

Harold raised his eyebrows and walked over to the casket. He knocked on it, asking, “Do you want to see the body?”

Crystal shrank on the altar, like a rabbit being sacrificed. Shivering, she stammered, “No, I don’t want to see it. Don’t, don’t scare me…”

Harold was infamous, and he didn’t want to be a good man, either. He deliberately teased the girl. “Don’t you know that I’m a bad person?”

Crystal swallowed her saliva, her eyes widening in shock.

“Once I’m unhappy, I’ll kill you and then throw your body into the wild,” Harold deliberately drawled his voice, “to feed the wolves.”

Crystal’s scalp went numb, her face saying that the other was so cruel.

Harold picked her from the altar and let her stand on her feet. As soon as Crystal touched the ground, she wanted to run away. Harold pulled her back like holding a little cat. “Behave. Don’t

move.”

Crystal nodded. She didn’t want to see what was inside the coffin at all. Trembling, she said, “Master White… we don’t need to open the coffin, do we? It’s not auspicious.”

“I don’t believe in these things!” Harold wore a faint cold smile. His gaze was indifferent as he said, “It’s utterly exciting to open your own casket, isn’t it?”