Her Precious Baby

Floretta was lying on her stomach on the carpet in the living room. Cradling her chin with her palms, she was secretly giggling while watching the drama unfold.

At that moment, she understood the situation.

Daddy and Angel are both shy people. If I want Angel to become my mommy, Jacob and I must do something to push them.

With that thought in mind, she let out a long sigh.

Jeez, it’s all Daddy’s fault for not knowing how to pursue a woman he likes. I’m only five years old, and it’s not easy for me to find myself a mommy.

In the kitchen, Angeline was teaching Evander how to make the first dish—prawn salad. She held a spatula in one hand and a plate of prawns in another. Once the oil was hot, she poured all the prawns into the pan.

She was in a hurry as it was getting late, so she didn’t even wait until the water in the pan had dried up.

A sizzling sound could be heard as soon as the prawns were poured into the pan, and a few droplets of scalding oil landed on her arm. The burning pain caused her to shudder.

Crack! At that moment, a cluster of flames sprang up from the pan, causing Angeline to jump a step back in shock.

Evander, who was standing behind her, immediately wrapped his arms around her. Nervousness was written all over that handsome face of his.

“Watch out!”

Before Angeline could say anything, he immediately dragged her out of the kitchen.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Angeline asked anxiously as she stomped her feet in irritation.

“It’s dangerous in the kitchen.”

Evander’s face was grim as he looked her up and down. After making sure that she was not injured, he ordered her, “I’m going to turn off the gas. Be good and wait here for me.”

quickly grabbed his arm and said, “It’s not on fire. Have you never seen your housekeeper cook before?

scent wafted into Angeline’s nostrils. She held

ran into the kitchen and filled a bowl with

pan of prawns

Evander stood rooted to the spot with

heart out and rolled all over the carpet while cuddling Floretta, tears almost streaming down his face. “See? I was right! Angie, you

“I’ll let you in on a secret. Daddy once cooked something for me on a

laughed even harder. He caressed Floretta’s cheek and said sympathetically, “You poor kid! Did you

expression turned increasingly grim as the temperature dropped

as though a

who regarded him with sympathy. As a successful and influential businessman, he probably didn’t expect to be laughed at because of his cooking skills. Besides, he reacted like that because he

enough. Stop laughing,” Angeline said as she tried to ease the tension in the air. “When I first started cooking, I even threw the pan away because I

approached Evander and helped him take off his apron as she patiently said, “I’ll teach you to cook next time. It’s late today. Go outside for a while, and the food will

immediately got jealous and complained like a little child, “Angie,

head with exasperation. What is wrong with these two today? Why are

involved in their childish feud, she ignored them and shut the kitchen door as she cleaned up the mess

Jacob any special

the fluctuations in his

Was Floretta’s tantrums the only reason I came

eggs, buffalo wings, pork stew, and a pot of vegetable soup. The

grabbed his fork and tasted every single dish before complimenting, “Wow, these are delicious! Angie, you’re such a catch! You’re

hearing

plate clean,” Jacob said as he dug in. He kept

seeing the way he wolfed the food down as if he had been starving, so he scooped him a bowl

down. There’s more in the

and blinked before she innocently asked, “Jac, since you’re so

“Um…”

thought of the charred scent that wafted into the living room a moment

her head with a wry smile and served Floretta some