Spoil My Sweet Window

Spoil My Sweet Widow Novel Chapter 7

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

pick the kind that a little

it

want to buy some cake

him. “When did

Evans family right now to

need.” Harold looked at the room in the distance, his eyes pitch-black. “As long as it’s small

Luke was speechless.

stuffed with romantic feed all of a

Crystal was about to take a shower, someone knocked on

got up to open the door. Luke

White. Ma’am, if you

the

the

express her thanks,

opened it, she saw two small cakes inside, which smelled so

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

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