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.

herself. Although she still wasn’t great at twirling pasta with

praised, “This is so good! Everything you make

then. Do eat the egg I poached for you. It’ll

at the poached egg on her plate and furrowed her eyebrows with disdain. However,

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

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

he heard that, but when he saw

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

it taste?” Angeline fixed her gaze

though the pasta tasted average. However, the way

her chin with her palm, she grinned ingratiatingly. “I’ll do better next time. I’m sorry for offending you earlier. You’re not mad anymore, are

intentionally ignored her question and continued eating the pasta

didn’t say anything.

silence filled the dining

still holding the spoon.

out she was, Angeline suggested, “How about you let

carried the girl into the

Since the girl was sleeping

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

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

her, you can stay, Mr. Golding. There’s still one more

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

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

“Okay,” she replied.

okay if I ask you to take care of Floretta