Her Precious Baby

After all, she was a public figure. There was no telling what the unscrupulous media would write about them if photographs of them together were taken.

However, Evander’s behavior showed that he was seemingly unaware of the problem. After their meal, he even sent her back to the filming site.

Before Angeline got down from the car, Floretta wore a dejected expression on her face as she tugged the hem of the woman’s shirt and said reluctantly, “Angel, now that you’re so popular, will I see you less in the future?”

“Of course not.” Angeline bent down, took Floretta’s hand, and said guiltily, “I’ve been quite busy recently and neglected you. Please wait a little longer, and I will have more time to accompany you, okay?”

“Really?” Floretta’s eyes lit yup.

“Of course! To make it up to you, I will get Jacob’s autographed photo for you after this. Okay?”

Floretta had been telling Angeline excitedly about how Jacob was her Prince Charming during their meal in the restaurant. In the past, she wanted to attend Jacob’s concerts, but Evander was too stingy to let Floretta buy tickets.

Angeline was shocked to learn that children nowadays were too mature for their age. Back when she was five years old, all she knew was to play all day and make a mess. Nevertheless, appeasing the little girl was her top priority at that moment.

“Wow! You’re amazing, Angel!” Floretta was over the moon as she swung Angeline’s hands gleefully. “Does that mean I’ll be able to meet Jac soon?”

“W-Well…”

Angeline paused immediately as she glanced at Evander, who wore a cold expression and remained silent throughout the conversation between her and Floretta. A hint of fear subconsciously arose within Angeline.

Stroking Floretta’s braids gently, she replied earnestly, “I’m afraid it’ll require your daddy’s consent.”

Upon hearing that, Floretta turned around and threw herself at Evander, hugging his knees as her jet-black eyes sparkled with anticipation. “Please, Daddy?”

“Not a chance!”

Evander picked her up and looked at her sternly. His tone was firm and resolute as he said, “Floretta, you should behave yourself. At your age, you should be studying hard rather than fangirling over some celebrity with rocks for brains.”

Floretta was speechless.

to have Francesca hire a tutor for you.” With that, he placed Floretta in the car seat next to him and fastened

struggled as she wiped her tears, trying to wriggle her way out of her seat. It was common for children to

help chiding angrily, “Mr. Golding, why

Evander answered

felt embarrassed as she

afraid you’ve forgotten who you are. Considering that you are not my daughter’s mother, why should I

cold as he straightened the hem of his shirt with an indifferent

how you raise your child?” Angeline was angry and frustrated.

ordered the driver in

and it drove away, gradually disappearing from Angeline’s sight. As the sound of Floretta’s crying faded away, the

temples gently with her long, slender fingers while her expression gradually eased, but

was still echoing in her mind, jolting her

his

apart from their personal feud, what Evander said was also true. I’m not related to Floretta at all. It certainly seems like I’ve been caring

site for quite some

good? Why do you listen to her when she’s not

Floretta cried even louder until she was nearly

said cautiously, “Mr. Golding, Ms. Floretta’s too young to know any better.

sorry for her at the same time. He reached out to help her unfasten her seat belt and held her in his arms, consoling her softly, “All right, don’t cry.

calmed down. She looked at Evander tearfully

“No.”

couldn’t comprehend why Angeline and Floretta were

wouldn’t mind anything else

stopped crying and drifted off

from Sylas. “Mr. Golding, something

“Say it!” Evander ordered.

There were photos as evidence, and it seemed like the rumor was…