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?”

to ask you what kind

his eyes. “Let’s pick the kind that a little girl

found it hard

you want to buy some cake for

at him. “When did you see me eat

best to remain calm. “Okay, I’ll call the Evans family right now to ask

distance, his eyes pitch-black. “As long as

Luke was speechless.

was stuffed with romantic feed all of a

take a shower, someone knocked on

up to open the door. Luke stood outside with

ma’am. My name is Luke Jones. I am the assistant of Master White. Ma’am, if you have anything you need help with

is the cake Master White prepared for

the box

was about to express her thanks, the man called

When she opened it, she saw two small cakes inside, which

and the other was pudding. The cake