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.”

fork, it was as if

handed the empty

word, Angeline understood what

soup with a spoon to dissipate the heat and began to

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

and Floretta’s hungry stomachs, the food on

of them played some games for a

an eye, it was

to check the time. Noticing that it was late, he said in a deep voice, “Floretta, it’s

don’t want to go home. I want to play.” Floretta pouted. She was

in bed already,” Evander replied firmly with a solemn

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

He could not comprehend why his daughter was blabbering nonsense

decide whether to allow it or not. Having Floretta stay for the night was not

for him to spend the night at

for you to decide,” Evander denied Floretta flatly. He took the

a while before bursting into tears. She was likely to have

Daddy. Daddy is a bad person. It’s so painful! Help

heartless, but his heart immediately softened

thinking of how to deal with the situation. Just then, Angeline stretched out her arms and carried

me pacify her,” Angeline

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

let Angeline see while her other arm was wrapped around Angeline’s

before the latter finally toned down

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

troublesome,” Evander responded

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

Floretta to the bathroom and