Her Precious Baby

Angeline’s expression darkened. Her eyes fixed on Evander turned even colder.

“So you see me as some sort of promiscuous lady who would go and hook up with any guy?”

Evander didn’t reply to her, but the way he looked at her had told her his answer.

At that instant, it was as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on her; she could no longer feel any trace of warmth.

“Since you don’t trust me so much, what’s the point of looking for me then? Wouldn’t it be better to pretend like nothing had happened that night?”

“Say it again,” he enunciated, tightening his grip on her arm all of a sudden.

Breaking out into a cold sweat, Angeline exclaimed in pain as if she had been clipped by a pair of pliers.

“Angeline, stop playing tricks in front of me.”

His voice was so cold that every word he said stung her eardrums. Angeline gritted her teeth, trying her best to suppress the humiliation deep down inside her. Shoving Evander away, she turned around and walked out of the room.

Bang!

With a loud thud, Angeline left the house.

Staring at her receding figure, Evander was a bit worried. After regaining his composure, he couldn’t help but start reflecting on his behavior earlier. Indeed, he went overboard.

However, whenever he thought of the scene where Angeline and Hanson were together, he just couldn’t control his emotions.

Angeline ran out, driven by anger. But she somehow regretted her action as soon as she came out.

It was close to three in the morning. Though there were street lamps in the residential area, there was barely anyone strolling around in the middle of the night. On top of that, occasional swishes from the grasses were increasing the surrounding creepiness.

Angeline wanted to back-pedal. She would glance to the back every time after walking several steps. However, she saw nothing but disappointment.

At the sight of that, Angeline crossed her arms over her chest, feeling wronged. A wave of soreness surged up in her heart.

man! Is he not worried at all that

her footwear. She was still wearing the slippers where her toes were exposed. Every time the wind brushed past her, her toes would flush

road, she passed by a twenty-four-hour convenience store. The aromatic smell of hot

force,

for a long time tonight. But because she was too busy, she forgot to fill

inside. Rummaging through her pocket, she

in the night as well as her hunger level, Angeline, who had always been a collected person, finally lost her composure at that

her heart. She was so angry

“Ouch!” she screamed.

aching foot. It was

forget that

Thankfully, not many people were around in the dead of night. Otherwise, things might

she became. That’s my place, after all. Why did I run out and

fighting spirit. Collecting herself,

as she listened to

park, she inadvertently turned her head around and saw a drunk, staggering

him sent shudders down

park that wasn’t far away, Angeline

the downstairs old lady telling her that the corpse of a woman, who was murdered

and asked, “Huh? Why do I feel that you look a lot

was scared out of her wits that color drained from her face. Even her heart was hammering wildly

quickened her pace. But because of the increasing

stop! Why are you

man began to run too. Soon,

“Help!” Angeline shouted.

“Oh, my! It’s really that celebrity. Don’t run!” His voice was

she had reached a dead end, she ran into a tough and

“Ah!”

sudden impact, Angeline outstretched her hand and rubbed

a sudden, someone caught her body. Angeline sensed

“Let me go…”

me.