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 matchal

his eyes. “Let’s pick the kind

it

to buy some cake

glanced at him. “When did you see me

call the Evans

eyes pitch-black. “As long

Luke was speechless.

stuffed with romantic feed

a shower, someone knocked on

was a familiar voice, so she got up to open the door.

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

the way, this is the cake Master White

received the

as she was about to express her thanks, the man called Luke

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

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