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

eyes. “Let’s pick the

it hard

buy some cake for Mrs.

at him. “When did you see me

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

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.

with romantic

was about to take a shower, someone

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

ma’am. My name is Luke Jones. I am the assistant of Master White. Ma’am, if you have anything you need help with in the future, feel free to let me

the way, this is the cake Master White

the

express her thanks, the man called Luke

the table. When she opened it, she

and the other was pudding. The