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 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

his jaw with one hand and looked at her with interest.

Crystal immediately perked up.

man chuckled. “What

White,” Crystal didn’t notice that something was wrong.

“You’re my wife.

was inexperienced enough to ask, “What

face was particularly attractive in the flickering

asking her to call

turned red

walked out from the shadows. It was Harold’s assistant, Luke Jones. “Everyone says that you’re dead. Our men are

spent time to attend my own funeral

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

he would leave her alone in the

almost fell to

Did he hear wrongly?