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

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

found it hard

you want to buy some cake

him. “When did you see me

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

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

Luke was speechless.

was stuffed with romantic feed

was about to take a shower, someone knocked on the

voice, so she got up to open the door. Luke stood outside with an exquisitely

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, feel free

this is the cake Master White

the box in

express her thanks, the man called Luke was nowhere to

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

and the other was pudding. The cake all melted in