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.”

arm and said, “It’s not on fire. Have you never seen

a charred scent wafted into Angeline’s nostrils. She held her forehead as despair inundated

bowl with some water before pouring it into the

pan of prawns was overcooked and had

misunderstanding, Evander stood rooted to the spot with awkwardness lining his face. For a moment,

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

you in on a secret. Daddy once cooked something for me

He caressed Floretta’s cheek and said sympathetically, “You poor kid! Did you turn into a tiny yellow chick after

increasingly grim

seemed as though a thunderstorm

influential businessman, he probably didn’t expect to be laughed at

right, that’s 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

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

and complained like a little child, “Angie, that’s not fair. You’ve never used such a gentle tone when you

shook her head with exasperation. What is wrong with these

childish feud, she ignored them

didn’t give Jacob any special treatment. The anger he felt when they were laughing

he himself was surprised to notice the fluctuations in his emotions

relationship? Was Floretta’s tantrums the only reason I came

wings, pork stew, and a pot of vegetable soup.

every single dish before complimenting, “Wow, these are delicious! Angie, you’re

upon hearing his praise. “Have some more if you

as he dug in. He kept throwing compliments

and Angeline was no exception. She felt bad for Jacob upon seeing the way he wolfed the food down as

There’s more in the

up from her bowl and blinked before she innocently asked, “Jac, since you’re so supportive, would you eat the burnt prawns,

“Um…”

of the charred scent that wafted into the

wry smile and served Floretta some soup,