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.”

quickly grabbed his arm and said, “It’s not on fire. Have you never seen

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

the kitchen and filled a bowl with

prawns was overcooked and had all turned

Evander stood rooted to the spot with awkwardness lining his face. For a moment, he didn’t

Floretta, tears almost streaming down his face. “See? I

Daddy once cooked something for me on

poor kid! Did you turn into a tiny yellow chick after eating a

increasingly grim as the

seemed as though a thunderstorm

a successful and influential businessman, he probably didn’t expect to be

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

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

hearing Angeline’s tone, Jacob immediately got jealous and complained like a little child, “Angie, that’s not fair. You’ve never used

with these two

them and

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

himself was surprised to notice the fluctuations

am I so bothered by Angeline and Jacob’s relationship? Was Floretta’s

hot dishes were served. There were scrambled eggs, buffalo wings, pork stew,

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

ear to ear upon hearing his praise. “Have some

Jacob said as he dug

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

more in the

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

“Um…”

the charred scent that wafted into the living room a moment

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