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.

by herself. Although she still wasn’t great

is so good! Everything

more, then. Do eat the

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

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

upon seeing him take a seat by the table. “You must be hungry, Mr. Golding. I’m sorry to trouble you with

his eyes when he heard that, but when he saw her fawning smile, he understood

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

it taste?” Angeline fixed her

average. However, the way he ate the pasta

next time. I’m sorry for offending you

her question and continued eating the

a response, but she didn’t say

filled the dining

her head while still holding the spoon. If

how tuckered out she was, Angeline suggested, “How about

hesitation, he carried

Floretta remove her bib and clothes. Since the girl was sleeping soundly, she

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

who was leaning against the door frame with crossed arms,

can stay, Mr. Golding. There’s still one more room here that you can

to head to the airport tomorrow morning. I’ll be on a business trip for around a week,” he explained in a deep

he abandoned his work at Spaunia and flew back

“Okay,” she replied.

if I ask you to take care of Floretta while