Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Luke almost dropped his jaw in shock.

After faking Master White’s order, this girl still had the gut to act coquettishly with him?

Harold was speechless as well. “Is this the important thing you wanted to tell me?”

Crystal sounded so serious. “Of course, humans are made of steel, and food is its iron composition. I’m so hungry if I don’t eat.”

After that, she turned her head to look at Luke, her eyes full of pleading. “Yesterday’s chocolate cake was delicious. I really want to eat it again.”

“Don’t look at me. Master White ordered me to buy the cake.”

After a moment of silence, Harold asked, “You like chocolate cake?”

Crystal thought for a while and answered honestly, “No, I just think the chocolate smells much

better.”

Harold lightly instructed Luke, “You can’t buy anything except chocolate cakes.”

Luke felt that something was wrong.

Wasn’t he going to teach Crystal a lesson? Why did he still buy cakes for her?

Crystal’s awareness of saving her life was really strong. She said sweetly to the phone, “Master White, as long as they are the cakes you buy for me, I like them all, because you are the best person. I’ve ever met.”

Receiving the praise all of a sudden, Harold was speechless.

Then, Crystal complained with grievance, “I don’t think Mrs. White likes me. She is really fierce. I was still drowsy, and she wanted to hit my butt with that thick ruler. I’m afraid of pain the most.”

Harold was sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed at the ankles, placing on the coffee table. He held his phone in one hand, and when his other hand stretched out, a servant immediately handed him a cigarette. Seeing his brows arch, the servant’s hand lighting up the cigarette began to tremble.

“Why did she want to hit you?” Harold narrowed his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.