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.

were many things she learned in kindergarten, including how to eat by herself. Although she still wasn’t great at twirling pasta

pasta, she praised, “This is

to hear that, Angeline beamed. “You should eat more, then. Do eat the egg I poached for you. It’ll help you

egg on her plate and furrowed her eyebrows with disdain. However, she still complied

Angel add to this egg? It tastes

a seat by the table. “You must be hungry, Mr. Golding.

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

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

fixed her gaze on

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

chin with her palm, she grinned ingratiatingly. “I’ll do better next time. I’m sorry

question and continued eating

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

silence filled the

bobbing her head while still holding the spoon. If it weren’t for Evander’s fast reflexes, she would’ve face-planted on her

suggested, “How

Without hesitation, he carried

Since the girl was sleeping soundly, she turned

phone to check

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

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

be on a business trip for around a week,” he explained in a deep

situation previously, he abandoned his work at Spaunia and flew back to Summerbank. Hence, he still needed

“Okay,” she replied.

to take care of Floretta