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?”

you what kind of

“Let’s pick the kind that a little

found it

want to buy some cake

“When did you see

to remain calm. “Okay, I’ll call the Evans family right now to ask about Mrs. White’s

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

Luke was speechless.

with romantic feed

take a shower,

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

Ma’am, if you have anything you need

is the cake Master White prepared for

received the box in

to express her thanks, the man

table. When she opened it, she saw two small cakes inside, which smelled so

One was strawberry and the other