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.”

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

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

the kitchen and filled a bowl with some water before pouring it into the

whole pan of prawns was overcooked and had

realizing that it was all just a misunderstanding, Evander stood rooted to the spot

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

father. “I’ll let you in on a secret. Daddy once cooked something for me on a whim. The eggs were all black,

and said sympathetically, “You poor kid! Did you turn into a tiny

expression turned increasingly grim

though a thunderstorm

probably didn’t expect to be laughed at because of his cooking skills.

ease the tension in the air. “When I

teach you to cook next time. It’s late today. Go

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

is wrong with these two today?

their childish feud, she ignored them and shut

how Angeline didn’t give Jacob any special treatment. The anger he felt when they were laughing at him instantly

the fluctuations in his emotions that were

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

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

every single dish before complimenting, “Wow, these are delicious! Angie, you’re such

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

Jacob said as he dug in.

bad for Jacob upon seeing the way he wolfed the food down as if he had been starving, so he

down. There’s more in the

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

“Um…”

when he thought of the charred scent that

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