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.”

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

scent wafted into Angeline’s nostrils. She held her forehead

the kitchen and filled a bowl with

prawns was overcooked and had all

just a misunderstanding, Evander stood rooted to the spot with awkwardness lining his face. For a moment,

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

did not hesitate to mock her father. “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 so hard that my teeth

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

turned increasingly grim as the temperature

seemed as though

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

tension in the air. “When I first started cooking, I even threw the pan away because

you to cook

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

head with exasperation. What is wrong with these two

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

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

himself was surprised to notice the fluctuations in his emotions

and Jacob’s relationship? Was Floretta’s tantrums the only reason I came to

There were scrambled eggs, buffalo wings, pork stew,

eagerly grabbed his fork and tasted every single dish before complimenting, “Wow, these are

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

worry. I’d even lick the plate clean,” Jacob said as

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

more in the

innocently asked, “Jac, since you’re so supportive, would you eat the burnt prawns,

“Um…”

hesitated when he thought of the charred scent

shook her head with a wry smile and served Floretta some soup, too.