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.”

he was about to enter the kitchen, Angeline quickly grabbed his arm and said, “It’s not on fire. Have you never seen your housekeeper cook before? That’s a normal

that, a charred scent wafted into Angeline’s nostrils. She held her forehead

filled a bowl with some water

of prawns was overcooked

to the spot with awkwardness lining his face.

over the carpet while cuddling Floretta, tears almost streaming down his face.

once cooked something for me on a whim. The eggs were all black, and

that, Jacob laughed even harder. He caressed Floretta’s cheek and said sympathetically, “You poor kid! Did you turn into a tiny yellow chick after eating a mouthful of

expression turned increasingly grim as the temperature

seemed as though a thunderstorm

probably didn’t expect to be laughed at

air. “When

you to cook next time.

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

wrong with

in their childish feud, she ignored them and

special treatment. The anger he felt when they were laughing at him instantly

was surprised to notice the fluctuations in his emotions that were related to

and Jacob’s relationship? Was Floretta’s tantrums

were scrambled eggs, buffalo wings,

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

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

I’d even lick the plate clean,” Jacob said as he dug in. He kept throwing compliments

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

more in the

her bowl and blinked before she innocently asked, “Jac, since

“Um…”

thought of the charred scent that wafted into the living room

her head with a wry smile and served Floretta some