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?”

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

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

Crystal immediately perked up.

“What did you

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

eyebrow. “You’re my wife. You

inexperienced enough to ask, “What should I call

attractive in the flickering candlelight. He said

asking her to call him

red in an

suddenly walked out from the shadows. It was Harold’s assistant, Luke

to attend my own funeral and

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

that he would leave her alone in the casket.

almost fell to the

Did he hear wrongly?