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?”

“I just want to ask you what kind of cake should I buy,

“Let’s pick the kind that a little

it

to buy some

glanced at him. “When did you see

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

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

Luke was speechless.

with romantic feed all of a

take a shower, someone knocked

up to open the door. Luke stood outside with an

My name is Luke Jones. I am the assistant of Master White. Ma’am, if you have anything you need help

the

the box in

to express her thanks, the man called

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

was strawberry and the other was pudding. The cake all melted