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 should I buy,

the kind that a little

found it hard to

buy some cake for

him. “When did you see me eat

calm. “Okay, I’ll call the Evans family right

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

Luke was speechless.

with romantic feed all

was about to take a shower, someone knocked on

to open

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

the cake Master White

the box in

thanks, the man called Luke was nowhere

box to the table. When she opened it, she saw two

the other was pudding. The cake all melted in