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?”

just want to ask you what kind of cake should

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

found it hard to

buy some cake for

glanced at him. “When did you see me eat

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

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

Luke was speechless.

romantic feed all

Crystal was about to take a shower, someone

got up to open the door. Luke stood

am the assistant of Master White. Ma’am, if

is the cake Master

received the

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

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

and the other was pudding. The cake all melted