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?”

explained, “I just want to ask you what kind of cake should I buy, chocolate

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

found it hard

you want to buy

him. “When did you see

remain calm. “Okay, I’ll call the Evans family right now to

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

Luke was speechless.

with romantic feed all

about to take a shower, someone knocked on the door.

open the door. Luke stood outside with

Ma’am, if you have anything you

the cake Master White prepared for

the box

thanks, the man called Luke was nowhere

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

strawberry and the