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.

kindergarten, including how to eat by herself. Although she still wasn’t great at twirling pasta

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

then. Do eat the egg I poached for you.

and furrowed her eyebrows with disdain. However, she still complied with Angeline’s

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

seat by the

when he saw her

exposing her, he looked down at his serving of pasta

fixed her gaze on him

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

next time. I’m sorry for offending you earlier. You’re not mad anymore,

question and continued

when she didn’t get a response, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she

unprecedented silence filled the

still holding the spoon. If it weren’t for Evander’s fast reflexes,

she was, Angeline suggested, “How about you let Floretta stay

he carried the girl

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

Angeline grabbed her phone to check the time. It was

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

There’s still one more

tomorrow morning. I’ll be on a business trip for around

at Spaunia and flew back to Summerbank. Hence, he still

“Okay,” she replied.

okay if I ask you to take care of Floretta