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 cake should I buy, chocolate or matchal

narrowed his eyes. “Let’s pick the kind

it hard to

want to buy some

glanced at him. “When did you see

the Evans family right now to

“As long as it’s small cake, a muffin you may say, it’s fine. She’s

Luke was speechless.

with romantic feed

to take a shower, someone knocked on the

so she got up to open the door. Luke stood

Ma’am, if you have anything you need help with in the future,

the way, this is the cake Master White

received the

to express her thanks,

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

bite. One was strawberry and the other was pudding. The cake all