Her Precious Baby

“Wow, everything looks so delicious. Thank you for your hard work, Angel,” Floretta complimented. She climbed onto a chair and happily gave a peck on Angeline’s cheek.

As she watched the adorable Floretta, Angeline’s weariness was gone instantly. She delightfully rubbed Floretta’s head and teased, “What a glib tongue you have. I specially cooked these dishes for you and your father. Go ahead and dig in.”

“I shall eat to my heart’s content!” Floretta sat on the chair obediently, staring at the food excitedly with a tiny spoon in her hand.

Evander sat beside Floretta. From his position, he could see Angeline clearly, who was opposite him.

He noticed that she had changed into a loose-fitting top. Yet, he could not stop thinking about her in her drenched tank top. It would not be an exaggeration to say he found her previous appearance provoking.

“Floretta, have some of my signature dish—vegetable beef soup.” Angeline did not seem to notice anything odd with Evander’s expression. She eagerly scooped a bowl of steaming hot soup for Floretta.

Floretta drank a mouthful and immediately exclaimed, “Wow, it’s so yummy. Daddy, you should try some too.”

“You help yourself. I’m not drinking it,” Evander replied aloofly. He had not touched his food since he sat down.

Angeline knitted her brows and probed cautiously, “Mr. Golding, is the food not to your liking?”

Angeline could not wrap her head around it as she looked at Evander’s sullen expression.

Something’s not right. I purposely cooked a few dishes of varying tastes because I didn’t know his preference. I’m sure there must be at least one dish that he wouldn’t mind!

Floretta, on the other hand, seemed to know the reason. She cheerfully explained, “Angel, if you don’t mind, please help Daddy to scoop a bowl of soup!”

Huh? What does she mean by that?

Angeline was puzzled by Floretta’s words, but she heeded her advice and scooped a bowl of soup for Evander.

She politely said as she served the soup to him, “Mr. Golding, I apologize if it doesn’t suit your taste, but please try to have a few sips.”

hummed in response. However, the moment he lifted his fork, it was as if his appetite was activated.

then handed the empty bowl

a single word, Angeline understood what he wanted, so she refilled his bowl

stirred the soup with a spoon to dissipate the heat

him with a resigned look on her face. Why is he behaving like a kid at his age? The food must be served to him before he’s willing to eat… I don’t understand

food on the table was finished in no

finishing their dinner, the three of them played some

of an eye, it was already

that it was late, he said in a

Floretta pouted. She was enjoying

You should be in bed already,” Evander replied firmly with a

and blinked her eyes cutely. “Daddy, I noticed a big guest room in Angel’s house a while

why his daughter was

to allow it or not. Having Floretta stay for the night was not an issue, but Evander was

for him

not for you to decide,” Evander denied Floretta flatly. He took the game console away from her hand before carrying her into his arms and putting the jacket forcefully on

She was likely to have been hurt by

Daddy. Daddy is a bad person. It’s so painful! Help me…” Floretta bawled

usually heartless, but his heart immediately softened when

slender fingers, thinking of how to deal with the situation. Just

her,” Angeline

she inspected Floretta’s arm for any injuries. She gently asked, “Where does it hurt?

tiredly. She stretched out her arm to let

finally toned down her

away. She turned to Evander and suggested, “Mr. Golding,

too troublesome,” Evander responded

Floretta looks like she’s about to fall asleep soon,” Angeline said in hushed tones while glancing

quickly carried Floretta to the bathroom and bathed her. After the bath, Angeline