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,

a charred scent wafted into Angeline’s nostrils. She held her forehead as despair inundated her. “D*mn it.

bowl with some water

pan of prawns was overcooked

to the spot with awkwardness lining his face. For a moment,

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

a secret. Daddy once cooked

poor kid! Did you turn into a tiny yellow chick

expression turned increasingly grim as the temperature

though a thunderstorm

probably didn’t expect to be

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

approached Evander and helped him take off his apron as she patiently said, “I’ll teach you to cook next

little child, “Angie, that’s not

is wrong with these

get involved in their childish feud, she ignored them and shut

he saw how Angeline didn’t give Jacob any special treatment. The

notice the fluctuations in his emotions that were related

by Angeline and Jacob’s relationship? Was Floretta’s tantrums the only reason I

scrambled eggs, buffalo wings, pork stew, and

complimenting, “Wow, these are delicious! Angie, you’re such a catch! You’re pretty and your cooking also

upon hearing

said as he

praised, and Angeline was no exception. She felt bad for Jacob upon seeing the way he wolfed the

There’s more in the

she innocently asked, “Jac, since

“Um…”

the charred scent that wafted into the

shook her head with a wry smile and served Floretta some soup, too. “He’s