Spoil My Sweet Window

Spoil My Sweet Widow 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?”

being sacrificed. Shivering, she stammered, “No, I don’t want to see it. Don’t,

a good man, either. He

swallowed her saliva, her eyes

your body into

face saying that the

as Crystal touched the ground, she wanted to run away. Harold pulled her back like holding a little cat.

move.”

was inside the coffin at all. Trembling, she said, “Master

His gaze was indifferent as he said, “It’s utterly exciting to open

that? With some little

didn’t dare to look

face and nerved herself to look at the casket. Sure enough, there were

footsteps arose from not far away, which were so clear

swiftly, scooping Crystal into the casket with

completely stunned. How did she

the casket was designed based on Harold’s figure. With Crystal inside, the space. narrowed down. She could

“Master White…”

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