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 or

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

it

buy some cake

did you

call the Evans family right now to ask about Mrs.

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

Luke was speechless.

was stuffed with romantic feed all of

to take a shower, someone

was a familiar voice, so she got up to open the door. Luke stood outside with an exquisitely wrapped cake

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

this is the cake

received the

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

the