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?”

to ask you what kind of

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

found it

you want to buy some cake for

“When did

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

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

Luke was speechless.

was stuffed with romantic

about to take a shower, someone knocked on the

she got up to open the door. Luke stood outside

is Luke Jones. I am the assistant of Master White. Ma’am, if you have anything you

this is the cake Master White prepared

the

about to express her thanks, the man called Luke was

she opened it, she saw

strawberry and the other was