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.”

was as if his appetite

handed the empty bowl back

single word, Angeline understood

dissipate the heat and began to drink

a resigned look on her face. Why is he behaving like a kid at his age? The

Evander’s and Floretta’s hungry stomachs, the food on the table was finished

three of them played some games for

an eye, it was already half

time. Noticing that it was late, he said in a

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

bed already,”

big guest room in Angel’s house

why his daughter was

Floretta’s innocent remark. She could not decide whether to allow it or not. Having Floretta stay for the night was not an issue, but Evander was

appropriate for him to spend the

is someone else’s house. It’s not for you to decide,” Evander denied Floretta flatly. He took the game console away from her hand before carrying her into his arms

while before bursting into tears. She was likely to have been hurt by Evander

It’s

but his heart immediately softened when he saw his

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

me pacify her,” Angeline

Floretta’s arm for any injuries. She gently asked, “Where does it hurt? Shall I blow some kisses on

to let Angeline see while her

a while before the latter finally toned down her crying. She buried herself into Angeline’s embrace

chase her away. She turned to Evander and suggested, “Mr. Golding, why don’t

be too troublesome,”

have nothing scheduled tomorrow anyway, and Floretta looks like she’s about

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