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.”

about to enter the kitchen, Angeline quickly grabbed his arm and said, “It’s not on fire. Have

wafted into Angeline’s nostrils. She

a bowl with some water before pouring it

whole pan of prawns was

Evander stood rooted to the spot

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

once cooked something for me on a whim. The eggs were all black, and it was so hard that my

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

grim as the temperature dropped

as though a

a successful and influential businessman, he probably didn’t expect to be laughed at because of his cooking

in the air. “When I first

off his apron as she patiently said, “I’ll teach you to cook next time. It’s late today. Go outside for a while,

Angeline’s tone, Jacob immediately got jealous and complained like a little child, “Angie, that’s

What is wrong with these two today? Why are

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

special treatment.

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

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

hour later, steaming hot dishes were served. There were scrambled eggs, buffalo wings, pork stew, and a pot of vegetable soup. The tasty aroma was

are delicious! Angie, you’re such a catch! You’re pretty and your cooking also tastes

upon hearing his praise. “Have some more if you

lick the plate clean,” Jacob said as he dug

way he wolfed the food down as if he had been starving, so

There’s more in the

Floretta looked up from her bowl and blinked before she innocently asked, “Jac, since you’re so supportive, would you

“Um…”

of the charred scent that wafted into the living

a wry smile and served Floretta some soup, too. “He’s