Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 7

Harold was distraught with anxiety. He rubbed her hair until it became disheveled and hindered her face, speaking in a low voice. “Stay here. Don’t run around.”

Crystal nodded.

Harold pinched the woman’s soft cheek again, “If you dare to run around…”

“If I run around, I’ll go to sleep in the casket!”

Harold chuckled then stood up. “You’re quite smart.”

Walking out of the room, Harold instructed Luke, who was waiting outside. “Send a few cakes in for the little girl.”

Luke was puzzled. “Cakes?”

When did Master White change his taste?

Harold’s expression was indifferent. “Can’t do that?”

explained, “I just want to ask you what

eyes. “Let’s pick the kind that a little

it hard

you want to buy some cake for Mrs.

glanced at him. “When did

best to remain calm. “Okay, I’ll call the Evans family right now to

long as it’s

Luke was speechless.

with romantic feed

take a shower, someone

voice, so she got up to open the

name is Luke Jones. I am the assistant of Master White. Ma’am, if you have anything you need help with in the future, feel free to let

the cake Master White prepared

received the

her thanks, the man called

it, she saw two small cakes inside, which smelled so good

took the first bite. One was strawberry and the other was pudding. The