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.”

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

empty

Angeline understood

spoon to dissipate the

kid at his age? The food must be served to him before he’s willing to eat… I don’t understand him

hungry stomachs, the food on the table

dinner, the three of them played some games for

of an eye, it was already half past

Noticing that it was late, he said in a deep

don’t want to go home. I want to play.” Floretta pouted. She was enjoying herself and did not want to

in bed already,”

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

could not comprehend why his daughter was blabbering nonsense

then, Angeline was feeling awkward because of Floretta’s innocent remark. She could not decide whether to allow it or not. Having Floretta stay for the night

for him to spend the night at

This is someone else’s house. It’s not for you to decide,” Evander denied Floretta flatly. He took the

before bursting into tears. She was likely to have

bad person. It’s so painful! Help

heart immediately softened when he saw

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

pacify her,” Angeline

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

Floretta uttered tiredly. She stretched out her arm to let Angeline see while her other arm was wrapped around

before the latter finally toned down her crying. She buried herself

She turned to Evander and suggested, “Mr. Golding, why don’t you let Floretta

be too troublesome,” Evander responded

all. I have nothing scheduled tomorrow anyway, and Floretta looks like she’s about to

the bathroom and bathed her. After the