Spoil My Sweet Window

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. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

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.

Crystal sat on the bed, explaining, “She said that people were coming to attend your funeral and I was still sleeping in here. She also said that when I join the White family, I have to abide by the family’s rules. I can’t act like I’m in the countryside. It’s my luck that Mr. Luke came on time…”

She suddenly praised Luke, “Now I think Luke is a also good person.”

Luke felt that there was something wrong with her words. Soon, he heard Harold’s deep voice from

the other end of the line. “He’s better than me?”

“Ma’am, I’m going to buy you cakes and muffins.” Luke hurriedly chimed in.

Crystal’s voice was especially sweet when she was happy. “Thank you, Luke.”

Luke didn’t want to stay here even one more minute. If Master White misunderstood him, he could

never clear his name, no matter how hard he tried.

Crystal looked like an innocent little rabbit, but in fact, she was a cunning fox.

Crystal giggled, “But in my heart, Master White is the best, the best in the world.”

Harold didn’t buy her sugar-coated shell. His hand holding the cigarette wielded a little bit and the servant immediately brought over an ashtray. He tapped the ash off the cigarette and slowly blew the smoke from his mouth. “There will only be more people coming today. If you really can’t…” His mouth arched into a faint smile. “Just show them your profound knowledge of ghosts and deities.”

Crystal stuck out her tongue. Really? He got back to the topic after such a big turn.

However, she thought of something else. “It would be great if it’s so easy to fool people. After all, only those who are really guilty would be scared.”

Harold chuckled. “That makes sense. Looks like you’re not that stupid.”

After smoking, he got up and walked to the window, looking at the sun outside. “If you’re bullied, note down everything. I’ll deal with them when I come back.”

Crystal was a little surprised. “Master White, you mean you want to help me vent my anger?”

“More or less.”

More or less? What did it mean? Was he teasing her?

Crystal hung up the phone.