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?”

want to ask you what kind of cake

his eyes. “Let’s pick the kind that a little girl

found it hard to

you want to buy some cake for Mrs.

glanced at him. “When did you see

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

looked at the room in the distance, his eyes pitch-black. “As long as

Luke was speechless.

stuffed with romantic feed all

a shower, someone knocked

open the door.

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

the way, this is the cake Master White prepared for

received the

express her thanks, the man called Luke

box to the table. When she opened it, she

first bite. One was strawberry and the other was