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?”

what kind of cake should I buy,

narrowed his eyes. “Let’s pick the

found it

want to buy some cake for

at him. “When did you see me

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

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

Luke was speechless.

with romantic feed all

Crystal was about to take a shower, someone knocked on the door.

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

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

the cake Master White prepared for

received the box

about to express her thanks, the man called Luke was nowhere to be

box to the table. When she opened it, she

first bite. One was strawberry and the other was pudding. The cake all