Spoil My Sweet Window

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?”

you what kind of cake should I buy,

the

found it hard to

want to buy some cake for Mrs.

him. “When did you see me eat

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

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

Luke was speechless.

romantic feed all of

about to take a shower, someone

was a familiar voice, so she got up to open the door. Luke stood outside with an exquisitely wrapped cake

My name is Luke Jones. I am the assistant of Master White. Ma’am, if you have anything you need help with in the future, feel free

this is the cake Master White prepared

received the

about to express her thanks, the

she opened it, she saw two small cakes

took the first bite. One was strawberry and the