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 was activated. He downed the bowl of soup

handed the empty bowl back to

understood what he wanted, so

a spoon to dissipate the heat and began to

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

and Floretta’s hungry stomachs, the food on the table

the three of them played

blink of an eye, it was already half past ten

at his luxury watch to check the time. Noticing that it was late, he said

home. I want to play.” Floretta pouted.

in bed already,” Evander replied firmly with a solemn

a big guest room in Angel’s house a

not comprehend why

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

for him to spend

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

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

Daddy. Daddy is a bad person. It’s so

but his heart immediately softened when he saw

rubbed his forehead with his slender fingers, thinking of how to deal with the situation. Just then, Angeline stretched out her arms

me pacify her,”

gently asked, “Where does it hurt?

to let Angeline see while her other arm was

down her crying. She buried herself into Angeline’s embrace and

not bear to chase her away. She turned to Evander and suggested, “Mr.

too troublesome,” Evander responded

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

that Evander did not object, Angeline quickly carried Floretta to the bathroom and bathed her. After the bath, Angeline took