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

“Let’s pick the kind that a little girl

found it

you want to buy some cake for Mrs.

did you

tried his best to remain calm. “Okay, I’ll call the Evans family right now to ask about Mrs.

need.” Harold looked at the room in the distance, his eyes pitch-black. “As long as it’s small cake,

Luke was speechless.

romantic feed all

a shower, someone knocked on the

was a familiar voice, so she got up to open the door. Luke stood

evening, 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,

this is the

received the box

thanks, the man called Luke

box to the table. When she opened it, she saw two

One was strawberry and the other was pudding. The cake