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.”

enter the kitchen, Angeline quickly grabbed his arm and said, “It’s not on fire. Have you never seen your

Angeline’s nostrils. She held her forehead as despair

into the kitchen and filled a bowl with some water before pouring

of prawns was

realizing that it was all just a misunderstanding, Evander stood rooted to the spot with awkwardness lining his face.

the carpet while cuddling Floretta, tears almost streaming down his

secret. Daddy once cooked something for me on a whim. The eggs were all black, and it was so

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

increasingly grim as the temperature dropped

seemed as though

expect to be laughed at because of his cooking skills. Besides, he reacted like that

enough. Stop laughing,” Angeline said as she tried to ease the tension in the air. “When I first

him take off his apron as she patiently said, “I’ll teach you to cook next time. It’s late today.

hearing Angeline’s tone, Jacob immediately got jealous and complained like a little child, “Angie, that’s not fair. You’ve never used such a

head with exasperation. What is wrong with

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

give Jacob any special treatment. The anger

surprised to notice the fluctuations in

I so bothered by Angeline and Jacob’s relationship? Was Floretta’s

were scrambled eggs, buffalo wings, pork stew,

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

hearing

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

Jacob upon seeing the way he wolfed the food down as if

down. There’s more

blinked before she innocently asked, “Jac, since you’re so supportive, would you eat the burnt

“Um…”

he thought of the charred scent that

shook her head with a wry smile and served Floretta some soup,