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.

going to have Francesca hire a tutor for you.” With that, he placed Floretta in the car

her tears, trying to wriggle her

that the little girl might get hurt, Angeline got anxious. She couldn’t help chiding angrily, “Mr. Golding, why are you being so harsh with

Evander

as she struggled to

I’m afraid you’ve forgotten who you are. Considering that you are not my

tone was icy cold as he straightened the hem of

I give a d*mn about how you raise your child?” Angeline was angry and frustrated. How can a man have such

ordered the driver in front

drove away, gradually disappearing from Angeline’s sight. As

her long, slender fingers while her expression gradually eased, but she was still furious deep

still echoing in her

his

Evander said was also true. I’m not related to Floretta at all. It certainly seems like I’ve been caring too much

Evander’s car had already left the filming site for quite some time, Floretta was still weeping

she really that good? Why do you listen to her

berated sternly by Evander, Floretta cried even

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

a headache from his daughter’s sorrowful sobs, Evander was annoyed and felt 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. It’s not like I

his words, Floretta gradually calmed down. She looked at Evander tearfully and asked between sobs, “C-Can I meet Jac

“No.”

Angeline and Floretta were

Angeline was still the person she cared about the most. She wouldn’t mind anything else as long as

and drifted off to

Evander received a call from Sylas. “Mr. Golding, something happened to Angeline, but I am not sure if I should tell

“Say it!” Evander ordered.

wedlock. There were photos as evidence, and it