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?”

want to ask you what kind of cake should I buy, chocolate

pick the kind

it

want to buy

him. “When did you see

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

Harold looked at the room in the distance, his eyes pitch-black. “As long as it’s small cake, a muffin you may say, it’s

Luke was speechless.

with romantic

about to take a shower,

up to open the door.

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

this is the cake Master White

the box

her thanks, the man called Luke was

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

One was strawberry and the other was