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.”

said, “It’s not on fire. Have you never seen your housekeeper

nostrils. She held her forehead

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

the whole pan of prawns

stood rooted to the spot with

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

“I’ll let you in on a secret. Daddy once cooked something for me on a whim. The eggs were all black, and it was

said sympathetically, “You poor

grim as the temperature

though a thunderstorm was

him with sympathy. As a successful and influential businessman, he probably didn’t expect to be laughed at because of

tried to ease the tension in the air. “When I first started cooking, I even threw

to cook next time. It’s late today. Go outside for a while, and the food will

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

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

childish feud, she ignored them and

instantly improved when he saw how Angeline didn’t give Jacob any special treatment.

that moment, he himself was surprised to notice the fluctuations in his emotions that were

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

dishes were served. There were scrambled eggs, buffalo wings, pork stew, and a pot of vegetable soup.

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

from ear to ear upon hearing his praise. “Have some more if

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

Angeline was no exception. She felt bad for Jacob upon seeing the way

down. There’s more in the

innocently

“Um…”

when he thought of the charred scent that wafted into the living

with a wry smile and