Her Precious Baby

“Are you afraid, Ms. Sorelle?” came Evander’s teasing voice.

Upon turning her head and seeing his icy gaze, Angeline fumed. In the end, she gritted out, “Who’s afraid? I’ll drink it!”

Isn’t it just a drink? Who’s afraid now?

At that, she stood up and grabbed a glass from the table before turning toward Evander.

“Mr. Golding, a glass for you. Thank you for your care all this while. It’ll be great if I get to work with you again.”

Only Evander could understand the sarcasm in Angeline’s words.

Evander raised his glass as well. Yet, at that moment, Angeline leaned forward to wrap her arm around his neck and held the glass behind him.

“Wow!” the crowd cheered.

When Evander smelled the pungent scent of alcohol wafting off her, he frowned and said, “Drink lesser.”

His words made tears well up in his eyes, and a self-deprecating curl appeared on her lips.

“Mr. Golding, you’re so sweet with your fiancée, but you still have the heart to care about others?”

Evander’s furrowed brows relaxed when he heard Angeline’s response. Even his lips curled.

He finally figured out why Angeline had a scowl the entire night. When he thought about the flask in the trash can, a knot that had been in Evander’s mind came undone.

Meanwhile, Angeline downed the wine and sat back on her seat before angrily wiping the remnant wine off the corner of her lips.

Seriously?

Why did I have to say those things earlier? What does Evander’s matter have anything to do with me?

After that, Angeline seemed to have gotten a streak of bad luck. She kept losing in the game, but she learned her lesson. She would rather drink than take another dare.

A few glasses of wine later, Angeline began to find the world spinning around her. She even stumbled when she rose to her feet.

“You’ve had one glass too many,” came the familiar voice by her ear.

Angeline fell into his warm arms. Her eyes were bloodshot

don’t need your

for her words of

and without giving her a chance to struggle anymore, he aggressively wrapped his arms around

I’ll send Angeline back to the hotel first,”

were all dumbfounded by

“I’m not going to—”

words that nearly went past Angeline’s lips were forced back down her throat. Evander then took her bag from the chair and dragged the drunkard out of the

about us being in a relationship, and won’t

hotel. Before she could come back to her senses, she

“Ow, that hurts…”

you still feel pain,

was frigid as he hunched over his towering figure and grabbed one of her fidgeting hands.

questioning tone tightened Angeline’s throat. After a long while, she finally found

freedom even since I’m single. Also, this

Evander’s expression darken even further. “Do you

just say I have no self-control?

running in her veins boosted her courage, and the aggrieved feelings in her

the one who sent flowers and apologized, but he’s also the one who’s making it seem like those things never happened. What

who stopped me from interacting with Floretta. I have no right to be

words from her angry outburst, but the irritation

this the way you should be speaking to

he gripped Angeline’s chin and

great that Angeline could not speak. Her back was pressed hard against the seat, and she dared not move at all. By

“Why are you crying?”

heart hurting from the sight of the misery

I bear to see Angeline’s tears at all? I resent her, but I can’t

laborious. All of a sudden, her lips were sealed by a pair of cold lips. Her eyes widened, and she stared at his

the man pried her mouth open, invaded

suddenly Angeline’s face flushed bright red. The scent of alcohol in the car was strong.

not know why the kiss somehow made her calm

Honk—

sounds of car honking

snapped back to her senses and stopped Evander’s wandering hands. After shoving him away,