Spoil My Sweet Window

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?”

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

his jaw with one hand and looked at

Crystal immediately perked up.

chuckled. “What did you call

that something was wrong.

“You’re my wife. You can’t call me

enough to ask, “What should

handsome face was particularly attractive in the flickering candlelight. He said unhurriedly,

he asking her to call him her

turned red in

was Harold’s assistant, Luke Jones. “Everyone

just spent time to attend my own

was still sitting in the casket and contemplating, then turned around as if to leave. “I have something to do,

afraid that he would leave her alone

fell

Did he hear wrongly?