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, chocolate or

“Let’s pick the kind that a

found it

buy some cake for Mrs.

“When did

best to remain calm. “Okay, I’ll call the Evans family right now to ask about Mrs. White’s appetite

“As long

Luke was speechless.

romantic feed all of

was about to take a shower, someone knocked on

she got up to open the door. Luke stood outside with

of Master White. Ma’am, if you have anything you need help with in the future, feel free to let me

this is the cake Master White

the box in

to express her thanks,

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

first bite. One was strawberry and the