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

narrowed his eyes. “Let’s pick the

found it hard

you want to buy some cake

glanced at him. “When did you see me eat

his best to remain calm. “Okay, I’ll call the Evans family

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

Luke was speechless.

stuffed with romantic feed all

to take a shower, someone

open the door.

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 cake Master White prepared

the

express her thanks, the man called Luke was nowhere

it, she saw two small cakes inside, which smelled so good

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