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?”

quickly explained, “I just want to ask you what kind of cake should I buy, chocolate or

eyes. “Let’s pick the

found it hard

you want to buy some cake for

glanced at him. “When did you

call the Evans family right now to ask about Mrs. White’s appetite

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

Luke was speechless.

was stuffed with romantic

take a shower, someone knocked on

familiar voice, so she got up to open

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

the cake Master

received the

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

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

was strawberry and the other