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?”

ask you what kind of cake should

“Let’s pick the

found it hard

to buy some

at him. “When did you see

his best to remain calm. “Okay, I’ll call the Evans

“As long as it’s small cake, a muffin you may say, it’s fine.

Luke was speechless.

was stuffed with romantic

was about to take a shower, someone

open the door. Luke stood outside with an exquisitely

the assistant of Master White. Ma’am, if you have anything you need help with in the future, feel free

the way, this is the cake Master White prepared

received the

was about to express her thanks, the man called Luke was nowhere to

the table. When she opened it, she saw two

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