Her Precious Baby

With a hand in his pocket, Jacob explained flippantly, “The director mentioned that we still need a young kid who isn’t a celebrity, so I nominated Floretta because she’s both smart and pretty!”

“I’ll overlook Floretta’s part because she doesn’t know right from wrong, but how could you mess around like this?”

Given how protective Evander was over Floretta, he must have had no idea that Jacob and Floretta had joined the program. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have allowed Floretta to tag along.

Angeline couldn’t comment on it due to them being filmed by cameras around them.

All the while, the director was ushering them to board the plane. She didn’t feel safe leaving Floretta at the airport alone. Out of options, she could only bring Floretta along.

The cameraman followed Angeline as she dragged her luggage behind while on her way to board the plane. Unused to being filmed while not acting, she couldn’t help but frown.

At that moment, Jacob approached her and took her luggage with a smug grin on his face.

“This must be your first time on a variety show, Angie. Calm down. I’m here for you.”

“Mind your own business,” Angeline reminded him in slight exasperation, still angry at him.

Jacob would be in trouble if Evander knew Jacob had signed Floretta up for the show without his consent.

“I’m not scared of him. Everything will already be decided when he finds out about this.”

Jacob huffed and used all his might to stash all the luggage into the container.

Angeline didn’t bother with a reply. You’re still too young. The folly of youth!

While she regretted what happened, what was done was done, so she could only text their whereabouts to Evander before their flight took off.

He seemed busy somehow, for Angeline didn’t get a reply from him even after waiting for ten or so minutes.

As the plane picked up speed, Angeline’s ears buzzed with the sounds of gears turning. The uncomfortable sensation made her switch off her phone earlier.

With how things were, she could only go with the flow.

his collaborator in Spaunia, Bryce Watson. It was almost midnight when they exited

him over for dinner in a hotel with zest

over and whispered into Evander’s ear, “Things are bad, Mr. Golding. Francesca just called to inform me that Ms. Floretta had

that. “Why did

to bother you since you seemed to be busy. However, you have nothing to worry about.

in frustration when he

Jacob’s name, for the latter was undependable, and Floretta might get into trouble while

his phone from his pocket and saw the messages Angeline had sent him after

grasp on what had happened and of Floretta’s whereabouts, he

Angeline a lot, which was a realization that elicited a frown from

Golding, do you need a flight ticket to Summerbank booked to fetch Floretta back home?” Sylas carefully inquired, for he had a hard time reading Evander’s

as he heard Sylas’ inquiry. “That

he was aware that she might get angry at him if he barged in and

already have landed at Summerbank Airport, so he might exhaust Floretta if his arrival caused even more of

to have dinner together, Mr. Golding?” asked Bryce, who was next to him. He couldn’t

“I’m sorry.”

he briefed Bryce about the situation. After that, he delayed

and the rest finally landed at Summerbank after a lengthy flight of more than ten hours. She handed her luggage to the staff and left the airport holding Floretta’s

they noticed flowers blooming by the road. The air smelled of the ocean, but

slept and had chatted away with Jacob instead while on her way there, so she was feeling drowsy after

bleary eyes as she lay

“Angel, I’m hungry…”

looking forward to her meal despite

Angeline coaxed gently, “Okay, I’m taking you

the ground

time, Jacob was taken aback by how well-received he was overseas. He had just gotten rid of his fans and told the driver to

wasn’t far from the airport. The crew rented a three-story guesthouse, which they’ll be sharing

pick where they would be staying at. Angeline chose the room on the second floor near the window

upon their arrival at the guesthouse. As they entered the room,

your role as a

“Cut the nonsense.”