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.”

the moment he lifted his fork, it was as if his appetite was activated. He downed

empty bowl back to

did not say a single word, Angeline understood what he wanted, so she refilled his

the soup with a spoon to dissipate the heat

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

and Floretta’s hungry stomachs, the food

the three of them

eye, it was

that it was late, he said in a deep voice, “Floretta, it’s late. We should be heading

to go home. I want to play.” Floretta pouted.

should be in bed already,” Evander replied firmly

big guest room in Angel’s

was speechless. He could not comprehend why his daughter was blabbering nonsense like

of 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 a

would not be appropriate for him to spend the night at her

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

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

person. It’s so

heart immediately softened when he

of how to deal with

her,”

gently asked, “Where does it hurt? Shall I blow

her arm to let

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

pitiful look, Angeline could not bear to chase her away. She turned to Evander and suggested, “Mr. Golding, why don’t you let Floretta stay with me

troublesome,” Evander responded

all. I have nothing scheduled tomorrow anyway, and Floretta looks like she’s about to fall asleep soon,” Angeline said in hushed tones while glancing

bathroom and bathed her.