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?”

“I just want to ask you what kind of cake should I buy, chocolate or matchal

the

found it hard

buy some cake for

him. “When did you see me

call the Evans family right now to ask about Mrs. White’s

the distance, his eyes pitch-black. “As long as it’s

Luke was speechless.

romantic feed all of

Crystal was about to take a

open

ma’am. My 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

way, this is the

the

as she was about to express her thanks, the man called

to the table. When she opened it, she saw two small cakes inside, which smelled

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