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

pick the kind that a little girl

found it hard

to buy some

did you

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

in the distance, his eyes pitch-black. “As long as it’s small cake, a muffin you may

Luke was speechless.

with romantic

take a shower, someone

so she got up to open the door. Luke stood outside with an exquisitely

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

this is the cake Master White

the

to express her thanks, the man called Luke was nowhere

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

was strawberry and the other was pudding. The