Her Precious Baby

Upon hearing that, the edges of Evander’s lips curved upward mockingly.

If it weren’t for the fact that he had made some effort to understand her, he would’ve been fooled by her explanation.

A layer of sweat covered her palm as she gritted her teeth anxiously and continued, “Actually, it’s also because I want to take my revenge on Joseline. I suspect she’s not a member of the Sorelle family and that she’s the reason for my parents’ deaths.”

Genuine agony flashed past her eyes when she said that.

Evander’s gaze darkened as he gradually let go of her chin. Feuds between prominent families are a common sight. It’s not impossible for immoral acts to be committed during those feuds. I’m used to this kind of lifestyle, but Angeline isn’t.

After staying silent for a while, Evander piped up, “You can come to me for help.”

Angeline lifted her head and stared at him in shock. Is he offering me aid? But he’s a CEO. Why would he want to help me deal with my matters?

For some reason, she blurted without choosing her words, “Are you expecting something in return for helping me, Mr. Golding?”

The moment she ended her sentence, the expression on Evander’s face darkened. The surrounding temperature rapidly decreased as well.

Instead of saying another word, he turned and left the kitchen.

Staring at his back, Angeline wasn’t sure how to apologize. She slapped her forehead with remorse, wishing she could just bite off her tongue. Why did I have to say that? His influence is vast. If he’s willing to help me out, then the risk of danger I may face will be lesser than if I’m still working with Jonathan. Besides, what can Evander gain from me when I’m in this situation?

After toiling away in the kitchen for a while, Angeline served three plates of steaming hot pasta in the dining room.

She turned to the father and daughter sitting on the couch and shouted, “Pasta’s ready! Come and eat!”

Floretta, who was battling against her drowsiness, immediately widened her eyes and hopped into the kitchen. Then she put on the small bib Angeline bought for her.

she learned in kindergarten, including how to eat by herself. Although she still wasn’t great

pasta, she praised, “This is so good! Everything

to hear that, Angeline beamed. “You should eat more, then. Do

her eyebrows with disdain. However, she

surprised her. Whoa! What did Angel add to this egg? It tastes the same as

seeing him take a seat by the table. “You must be

but when he saw her

exposing her, he looked down at his serving of pasta that was covered in numerous slices of

taste?” Angeline fixed her gaze on him with

replied plainly as though the pasta tasted average. However, the way he ate

next time. I’m sorry for offending you earlier. You’re

he intentionally ignored her question

a response, but she didn’t

silence filled the

while still holding the spoon.

suggested, “How about you

Without hesitation, he carried

them, Angeline helped Floretta remove her bib and clothes. Since the girl was sleeping

grabbed her phone to check the time. It was

to Evander, who was leaning against the door frame with crossed arms, looking completely relaxed as though this

still one more room here

need to head to the airport tomorrow morning. I’ll be on a business trip for

abandoned his work at Spaunia and flew back to Summerbank. Hence,

“Okay,” she replied.

okay if I ask you to take care of Floretta