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?”

ask you what kind of cake should I buy, chocolate

pick the kind that a little

found it hard

buy some cake for Mrs.

him. “When did you see

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

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

Luke was speechless.

with romantic feed all of

a shower, someone

open the door. Luke stood outside with an exquisitely wrapped cake

evening, ma’am. My name is Luke Jones. I am the assistant of Master White. Ma’am, if you

this is the

received the

was about to express her thanks, the man called

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

and the other was pudding. The