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?”

what kind of

pick the kind that a

it hard

you want to buy some cake for

at him. “When did you

I’ll call the Evans family right now to ask about Mrs. White’s

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 fine.

Luke was speechless.

was stuffed with romantic feed

Crystal was about to take a shower, someone knocked

open the door.

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

way, this is the cake Master

the box in

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

box to the table. When she opened it, she saw two small cakes

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