Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 4

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?”

Crystal was so mad she was about to explode. She said without 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 been living in the countryside for a long time she didn’t know what kind of person Harold was in City

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

Crystal immediately perked up.

The man chuckled. “What did you call me?”

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

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

Crystal was inexperienced enough to ask, “What should I call you then?”

Harold’s handsome face was particularly attractive in the flickering candlelight. He said unhurriedly, “Use your brain.”