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?”

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

narrowed his eyes. “Let’s pick the kind that

it

want to buy some cake for Mrs.

him. “When did you see me eat

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

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

Luke was speechless.

romantic feed all

Crystal was about to take a shower, someone knocked on the

to open

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

the way, this is the cake

received the box in

about to express her thanks, the man called

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

was strawberry and the other was pudding. The