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?”

want to ask you what kind of cake should I

pick the kind that a

it hard to

to buy some cake

“When did you see me

to remain calm. “Okay, I’ll call the Evans family right now to ask

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.

stuffed with romantic feed all of a

about to take a shower, someone knocked on the

open the door.

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

the cake

the box in

as she was about to express her thanks, the man called Luke was

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

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

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