Spoil My Sweet Window

Chapter 21

Luke glanced at the gun beside his boss and thinned his lips, not daring to laugh.

A cold-faced King of Hell like Harold looked really funny when he coaxed a little girl. Was it the same when a man coaxed his woman?

Harold still had something to do, so he had to leave after lunch. Before leaving, he pinched Crystal’s soft face again. “It’s boring to go to the wake and guard my casket. You’re allowed to stay home and sleep.”

“But if I don’t go, Mrs. Freda will scold me again. She may even spank me.” Crystal furrowed her lovely eyebrows. “Why are women so fierce?”

“You’re also a woman. Isn’t it better to be fiercer than her?” Harold poked her forehead with his finger. “Aren’t you pretty bold? I heard that you often provoke your grandmother until she faints.” Crystal was speechless.

The servant brought Harold’s leather gloves. He put them on slowly, which made his fingers look even more slender. He balled and unfolded his fingers a few times with killing intent. It was a pair of hands that could squeeze humans and animals to death, and he just touched Crystal’s face with them.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I’m the head of the White family. Even if I die, you’re still the first lady of the family. You’re Mrs. White. No one can’t trouble you. Understand?”

Crystal did not seem to understand, but she still nodded, “So, I’m such a powerful figure.”

“Of course,” Harold said. “Do you really think that I married you because I need a widow who will guard my casket?”

Crystal instantly became confident like a real brave hostess. “Prepare eight dishes for my dinner tonight!” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“…” Harold scoffed, “Sure.”

Then, he walked away. Crystal stood up and saw him off, smiling sweetly. “Goodbye, Master White. I’ll miss you.”

Harold slowed down and raised his hand without turning around, indicating that he got it.

But when he reached the corner, he still looked back. Crystal stood in the yard with warm sunshine flowing on her shoulders, giving her the look of a little innocent angel.

At this moment, Harold suddenly understood the feeling of having someone await him. It was nothing but warm and cozy.

At three o’clock in the afternoon, more guests came. Listening to Harold, Crystal didn’t kneel anymore. The servants didn’t dare to say anything about her. Only Delia, who was Freda’s right hand, reprimanded her.

“Miss Evans, it’s the mourning period. Why aren’t you kneeling?”

“I’m tired. I don’t want to kneel anymore.” Crystal answered.

Delia scolded the girl under her breath. “You’re the new wife to this White family. This is not the place where you can act as you please.”

Crystal stared at her and approached her slowly. Delia felt uncomfortable under the other’s gaze. “Why, why are you looking at me?”

Crystal said slowly, “Who are you?”

Delia raised her chin. “I’m Mrs. Freda’s staff.”

Crystal nodded. “You’re just a maid. In this house, you’re my maid, too.”

“I’m Mrs. Freda’s maid. I’m different from other staff!” Delia had never considered herself as a servant. After all, she was Mrs. Freda’s henchwoman.

“Then let me ask you, who am I?” Crystal asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? Aren’t you Master White’s wife?” Delia answered with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“It’s good that you know. I’m a Madam and you’re a servant. What right do you have to reprimand me?” Crystal’s face was calm. “Is this the way my aunt trains her staff to work here? I’ve lived in the countryside long enough, and I have never seen anything like this.”

Delia was perplexed.

The other staff standing aside did not dare to speak. Of course, servants could not discipline their masters. Delia had used her master’s power to bully people.

“Miss Evans, you’re really something. I’ve been in the White family for so many years, and even my master has never scolded me. You’ve only been here for a few days, and you’ve already messed with me!” Delia stamped her feet in anger.

Crystal sighed. “Ms. Delia, I’m a petty person. I’ll take revenge on the persons who bullied me.”