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?”

was the first time Harold saw someone dare to get mad at him. Perhaps this little bumpkin had been living in the countryside for a long time she didn’t know what kind

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

Crystal immediately perked up.

man chuckled. “What did you

something was wrong. “They all call

raised an eyebrow. “You’re my wife. You

enough to ask, “What should

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

her to call him her

red in

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

spent time to attend my own

still sitting in the casket and contemplating, then turned around as

was so afraid that he would leave her alone

fell

Did he hear wrongly?