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 cake should I buy, chocolate or

“Let’s pick the kind that

it hard to

to buy

did

Evans family right now

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

Luke was speechless.

was stuffed with romantic feed all of a

to take a shower, someone

voice, so she got up to open the

is Luke Jones. I am the assistant of Master White. Ma’am, if you have anything you need help with in the future, feel free to

the way, this is the cake Master White

received the box in

to express her thanks, the man called Luke was

she saw two small cakes inside, which smelled

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