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?”

to ask you what kind of cake

his eyes. “Let’s pick the kind that

it

to buy some cake for Mrs.

him. “When did you see

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

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

Luke was speechless.

romantic feed all of

was about to take a shower, someone knocked on the

open the door. Luke stood outside with an

I am the assistant of Master White. Ma’am, if you have anything you need help with

way, this is the cake

the

to express her thanks,

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

first bite. One was strawberry and the other was pudding. The