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 or

his eyes. “Let’s pick the kind that a

found it

want to buy

“When did you

his best to remain calm. “Okay, I’ll call the Evans

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

Luke was speechless.

with romantic feed all of

take a shower, someone knocked on

a familiar voice, so she got up to open the door. Luke stood outside with

of Master White. Ma’am, if

the way, this is the cake Master White prepared

the box

express her thanks, the man called Luke

opened it, she saw two small cakes inside,

bite. One was strawberry and the other was pudding. The cake all melted