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?”

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

“Let’s pick the kind that a little girl

found it hard to

to buy some cake for

did you see me

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

pitch-black. “As long as it’s small cake, a muffin you may say, it’s fine. She’s not

Luke was speechless.

romantic feed all of a

a shower, someone

got up to open the door. Luke stood outside

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

the

received the box in

was about to express her thanks, the

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

bite. One was strawberry and the other was pudding.