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.”

the kitchen, Angeline quickly grabbed his arm and said,

nostrils. She held her

ran into the kitchen and filled a bowl with

whole pan of prawns was overcooked and

a misunderstanding, Evander stood rooted to the spot with awkwardness lining

Jacob laughed his heart out and rolled all over the carpet while cuddling Floretta, tears almost streaming down his face. “See? I was right!

on a secret. Daddy once cooked

Floretta’s cheek and said sympathetically, “You poor kid!

increasingly grim as

as though a thunderstorm

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

she tried to ease the tension in the air. “When I first started cooking, I even threw the pan away because I was scared

patiently said, “I’ll teach you to cook next time. It’s late

little child, “Angie,

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

childish feud, she ignored them and shut the kitchen door as

give Jacob any special treatment. The anger

surprised to notice the fluctuations in his emotions that were related

am I so bothered by Angeline and Jacob’s relationship? Was Floretta’s tantrums the only reason I came to visit

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

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

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

said as he dug in. He kept throwing compliments as

be praised, and Angeline was no exception. She felt bad for Jacob upon seeing the way he wolfed the food down as if he had been starving, so

more in the

blinked before she innocently asked, “Jac, since you’re so

“Um…”

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

and served Floretta