Her Precious Baby

“Bravo, Evander!” Roger clapped his hands, cheered, and whistled before joking, “I have a request. Can we kick this shrew out?”

“You can leave if you want,” responded Evander coldly with a deadpan expression.

When Nancy heard Evander, she broke into a grin so wide that her eyes could barely stay open.

“Don’t let the door hit you on your way out, Mr. Jantz,” ridiculed Nancy while waving her hand.

Upset by his friend’s response, Roger hardened his face as he started shoving a small piece of lamb into his mouth. I used to be the one who valued women more than my friends. I never expected Evander to be so protective of his future wife. The man is practically a different person! I have to eat more to fill the void in my heart.

Angeline froze like a statue after listening to Evander because she felt somewhat awkward. I don’t understand. Why is Evander acting as though I never turned him down in Hallsbay? He seems completely unfazed by what happened there.

When everyone was about to sit down, Angeline quickly made up an excuse to sit farther away from Evander by saying that she needed to feed Floretta.

However, she had no way of knowing if the man had figured out her intention since he was enjoying his dinner as if nothing had happened.

After dinner, Nancy and Roger bade their farewells and left the Golding residence.

Angeline, too, was ready to go after playing with Floretta for a while, but the girl held on tightly to her leg and gazed at her with a pair of puppy-dog eyes.

“Tomorrow is the weekend, Angel. Why don’t you stay for the night?” pleaded Floretta.

Angeline was heartbroken when she saw how pitiful Floretta was, so she patted the girl on the head and apologized, “I’m sorry, Floretta, but I have something important to do tomorrow. I’ll see you another day.”

Floretta then clung to Angeline’s leg with her arms and

against the girl, Angeline had no choice but to turn to the man

his teacup from the table with

she heard that. “Sorry, but I don’t wish to talk about it. Since Floretta doesn’t want me to leave, I’ll stay for the night and leave by eight

that said, she picked up Floretta

covered the mountain behind the mansion as though it was a

how down she seemed, so he picked up his phone and

told Evander everything about

but Ms. Sorelle was quite riled up. She probably asked me

deep voice while slightly

she entered the house, but as soon as Evander brought up the topic, she started to

realizing something, Evander hurriedly ordered Sylas, “Find out the

to finish the task he was given before reporting back to Evander. “It’s tomorrow, the

wonder she looked so sad. She probably planned to visit her parents’ grave tomorrow morning. With that thought in mind, Evander lifted his head to look at the guest room on the second floor.

Evander frowned

concerned that she would have nightmares that night due

bed with the girl in her arms, and as expected, she had nightmares the whole night

so scared that she broke out

someone entering the room

could not do so because

up when her alarm went off at six o’clock. After kissing Floretta, who was still sound asleep, she went downstairs to

However, since she did not have the appetite, Angeline got changed before driving to the supermarket to get fresh flowers and some snacks her

morning on the anniversary of their deaths because Joseline