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.”

moment he lifted his fork, it was as if

then handed the empty

understood what he

stirred the soup with a spoon to dissipate the heat and

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…

and Floretta’s hungry stomachs, the food on

dinner, the three of

blink of an eye, it was already half past

late, he said in a deep voice, “Floretta, it’s

home. I want to play.” Floretta

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

her eyes cutely. “Daddy, I noticed a big guest

not comprehend why his daughter was

could not decide whether to allow it or not. Having

would not be appropriate for him to spend the night at

not for you to decide,” Evander denied Floretta flatly. He took the game console away from her hand before

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

Daddy. Daddy is a bad person. It’s so

but his heart immediately softened when he saw his

to deal with the situation. Just then, Angeline stretched out her arms and

pacify her,” Angeline

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

arm to let Angeline see while her other arm was wrapped

latter finally toned down her crying. She buried herself into Angeline’s

turned to Evander and suggested, “Mr. Golding,

troublesome,” Evander

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

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