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?”

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 for

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

Crystal immediately perked up.

“What did you call

didn’t notice that something was wrong. “They

my wife. You can’t call

to ask, “What should I call you

particularly attractive in the flickering candlelight. He said unhurriedly, “Use your

her to call him

ears turned red in

the shadows. It was Harold’s assistant, Luke Jones. “Everyone says that you’re

to attend my own funeral

the casket and contemplating, then turned around as if

so afraid that he would leave her alone in the casket. She shouted hurriedly, “Honey…

fell

Did he hear wrongly?