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?”

want to ask you what kind of cake should I buy,

“Let’s pick the kind that

it hard

you want to buy some cake for Mrs.

“When did you see me

call the Evans family right now to ask about

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 shower,

up to open the door. Luke stood outside with an exquisitely wrapped

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

the cake Master

the box in

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

table. When she opened it, she saw two small cakes inside, which smelled so good and

was strawberry and the other was pudding. The