Her Precious Baby

The door to Evander’s room was half open.

Angeline lifted her hand and knocked on the door. When no one answered, she pushed the door wide open and entered the room.

The interior of the room was of a minimalistic style with a gray color scheme. Apart from a few necessary pieces of furniture, the room wasn’t furnished or decorated with anything else.

Angeline looked around the room, and her gaze eventually landed on the bed. Then, she saw a figure standing in front of the window from the corner of her eye.

She gasped sharply and quickly covered her eyes. “Ahh! You scoundrel!”

Evander, who was about to throw on an undershirt, paused when he heard Angeline’s scream. When he saw her panicking, he pulled the shirt over his head with a slight smirk playing on his lips.

“Why are you screaming?” he asked in a husky voice.

Angeline had her back to him, her face burning from embarrassment. “W-Why didn’t you c-close the door when y-you were c-changing?” she stammered incoherently.

She heard Evander’s soft footsteps against the carpet as he walked toward her slowly.

His cold yet teasing voice was right next to her ear. “I don’t think I need permission from you when I want to change my clothes. In addition, you were the one who barged into my room. Were you trying to do something to me?”

Angeline was rendered speechless.

I can’t believe he just twisted the truth so blatantly!

Angeline’s ears were tinged pink with embarrassment. “Please don’t get me wrong, Mr. Golding. I don’t harbor any special feelings toward you at all.”

For some reason, when Evander heard her words, anger bubbled within him and instantly burst into raging flames.

He looked at her with an icy glint in his eyes. “That’s good, then.”

the blazer that was

followed after him, shoved the bag into his hands, and backed away several steps to keep

he got even

caused her to snap back to her senses. Yelping in surprise, she stumbled and was pinned to the wall by

faces merely inches away from each other, he said in a cold voice, “You say you don’t have any

as she stared back at him with shock. “I just feel bad because I’m staying in your house and even soiled your pants,”

think you can gain my attention by pulling tricks, here’s some advice for you. Give

her chin, which was almost crushed by his grip. At that instance, her heart

you to misunderstand me, I

her chin. Why did

seized the opportunity to push him

felt dejected. Subsequently, his gaze fell upon the lunchbox that was packed full of delicious

the door, and leaned against it, panting

fury in her heart had yet to be extinguished, and she gritted her teeth

knew it. Living under someone else’s roof sucks. I have to find another

pocket rang. When she pulled it out, she saw that it was a call

on a normal day, but here comes his call

button and put the phone a little distance

from the other end of the

the house before

went into a

What’s going on? Is his beloved granddaughter Joseline not taking care of

say anything, Wilfred ended the

slowly putting her hand down. A

was I hoping for? He has never thought of me as his granddaughter. He’s just summoning me back

her parents had transferred the ownership of a mansion in Willowbank to her while they were still

had left the Sorelle residence in disgrace back then, so she forgot to take the title deed