Spoil My Sweet Window

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?”

the altar, like a rabbit being sacrificed. Shivering, she stammered, “No, I don’t want to

to be a good man, either. He deliberately teased the girl. “Don’t you know

her eyes widening

I’ll kill you and then throw your body into

saying that the other was so

and let her stand on her feet. As soon as Crystal touched the

move.”

coffin at all. Trembling, she said, “Master White… we don’t need to open the coffin, do we?

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

him dead just like that? With some little false

dare to look at it. The man smiled at her, “What? Do you think there’s a walking dead inside? It’s just a few

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

footsteps arose from not far away, which were so clear in

Crystal into

completely stunned. How

was designed based on Harold’s figure. With Crystal inside, the space. narrowed down. She could only lean back in Harold’s arms. Her forehead was pressed against the

“Master White…”