Her Precious Baby

However, Angeline was too anxious that she, too, had forgotten about the slippery floor. Her body leaned forward, and she was about to crash to the ground when a large arm grabbed hold of her.

Surprised, she looked up and saw Evander holding both her and Floretta, each in one arm.

Floretta chuckled, her gaze darting from Evander to Angeline. Immediately, her eyes lit up, and she asked, “Angel, shouldn’t you consider becoming my mommy since Daddy hugged you?”

Evander froze while Angeline blushed.

She scrambled out of Evander’s arms and stood up, correcting Floretta, “Watch your words. Your daddy has a fiancée already. Come on. Let’s continue making apple hand pies.”

The moment Floretta heard the words “apple hand pies,” she ignored Evander in an instant and skipped toward Angeline to continue making the pastries.

Suddenly, Angeline turned around to glance at Evander. “Mr. Golding, you haven’t been spending much time with Floretta, right? Do you want to join us?”

Evander could not help but feel bad when he saw Floretta kneading the dough seriously. She’s right. I don’t think I’ve been spending much time with Floretta recently.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts, an apron was stuffed into his arms.

Standing in front of him, Angeline said with a smile, “Francesca says Floretta hasn’t been this happy. I’m sure she’ll be delighted if you could make apple hand pies with her.”

Evander frowned with disgust at the pink floral apron in his arms.

Regardless, he still followed Angeline to the countertop. Floretta helped him put on the apron in a clumsy manner and said sweetly, “Remember to pay attention, Daddy.”

Evander was speechless.

Just like that, Angeline had successfully recruited a father and a daughter as her students.

Evander followed Angeline’s actions mindlessly, mixing the flour and making the filling. Finally, they reached the final step, which was to wrap the fillings with the pastry.

“Most apple hand pies sold out there are shaped like semi-circles, but we don’t have to be so strict. We can let our imagination go wild and make whatever shape we want,” Angeline said professionally.

“Got it!” Floretta raised her hand excitedly.

deadpan as usual, Evander poured all his focus on the dough

so serious as if he was creating the world’s greatest

same time, Floretta had created a chubby smiley face

on Evander’s board, and they

board varied in

innocently, “Wow, Daddy, did you make a pile

it in, Angeline burst out laughing while hugging

turned as dark as thunder. Feigning ignorance, he forced himself to remain calm as

he washed his hands and marched out of

pursed their lips, smiling as

hands happily when the apple hand pies were placed in the oven.

but the latter insisted Angeline help her instead. In the end, Angeline had no choice

the bathtub with warm water. Then, she checked the toiletries, only to find the children’s shower gel had finished. Looks like Francesca didn’t have the

told Floretta to wait in the bathroom. After asking Francesca, she found out that the

step away from her spot, Angeline went to the guest room alone. The shelf was filled with new towels, and to her dismay, the shower

Angeline tip-toed and reached out to grab a bottle of

the one you

her ears as an arm passed over the top

froze and nodded robotically.

look up. All she saw was the shadow on the

was evident in his eyes as he studied Angeline’s

looked at her carefully and had just

other women out there, at the very least, and she seemed exceptionally patient, especially when it came to taking care of

gel, blushing from the stare he gave her. She felt as if the temperature of the guest room had

Evander had just finished showering, for the refreshing fragrance made her want to

Floretta came looking for Angeline in the guest room. The second she saw the scene in the room, she clamped her hands over her mouth, her eyes

happenings, I think Angel is going to become my mommy

and sneakily took a few pictures of

Creak!

door she was leaning against moved, causing Evander and Angeline to