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?”

ask you what kind of

his eyes. “Let’s pick the

found it hard

to buy some

him. “When did you

“Okay, I’ll call the Evans family right

Harold 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.

Luke was speechless.

with romantic feed all of

to take a shower, someone knocked on the

open the door. Luke stood outside

Jones. I am the assistant of Master White. Ma’am, if you

this is the cake Master White prepared

received the box in

her thanks, the man called

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

strawberry and the other was pudding. The cake all