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.

many things she learned in kindergarten, including how to eat by herself. Although she

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

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

plate and furrowed her eyebrows with disdain. However, she

surprised her. Whoa! What did Angel add to this egg?

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

he saw her fawning smile, he

her, he looked down at his serving of pasta that was

Angeline fixed

all right,” Evander replied plainly as though the pasta tasted average. However, the way he

do better next time.

ignored her question and continued eating

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

unprecedented silence filled

drowsy that she couldn’t stop bobbing her head while still holding the

suggested, “How about you

Without hesitation, he carried the girl

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

bedroom, Angeline grabbed her phone to check the time. It was already past

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

Mr. Golding. There’s still one more room here

tomorrow morning. I’ll be on

he abandoned his work at Spaunia and flew

“Okay,” she replied.

okay if I ask you to take care of