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?”

what kind of cake should

his eyes. “Let’s pick the kind

found it hard

buy

him. “When did you see me

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

pitch-black. “As long

Luke was speechless.

stuffed with romantic feed

was about to take a

was a familiar voice, so she got up to open the door. Luke stood outside

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

the way, this is the cake Master White prepared for

the

was about to express her thanks, the

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

and the other was

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