Her Precious Baby

“You’re back? Why did you enter the kitchen without saying anything? You startled me.”

Evander leaned against the wall with his arms across his chest. A smirk played around his lips.

“This is my house. I am, however, confused to see you here.”

Angeline cleared her throat awkwardly, then said in a servile tone, “I thought you were busy with work, so I didn’t tell you in advance. Wash your hand. The meal is ready.”

Upon hearing her words, Evander raised his brows. “You made these?”

“That’s right, Mr. Golding.” Before Angeline could respond, Francesca entered the kitchen and beat her to it. “Ms. Sorelle has been here since afternoon and busying herself until now. She wants to make beef stew for you.”

Evander’s stern expression eased up as he stared at the steaming hot pot on the stove. He gulped as if there were a lump in his throat.

There was no denying that Angeline’s cooking skills were even more professional than that of five-star chefs.

He had been missing it for a long time because of this reason.

The man had thought that the woman focused only on Forrester Group. He didn’t expect her to have time to come here and prepare him a meal.

Is she up to something?

“Okay. Be careful!”

Evander gave her a reminder. After that, he turned around and walked out of the kitchen without saying anything harsh.

Angeline stared at his wide back, clutching the apron nervously and pacing back and forth in a state of panic.

Unable to figure out what Evander was feeling that day, Angeline was afraid that she might get into his bad books. She wondered how she should bring the matter up in front of him later.

After simmering the beef stew for a while, Angeline turned off the stove and carried the pot to the dining room right away.

“The stew is ready.”

With a bib on, Floretta was holding a Buffalo wing in one hand. When she heard Angeline, she couldn’t help but think about the stew in the pot again.

first mouth,” she said in a cute voice, flashing a sweet smile at Evander, who was reading the newspaper

by Francesca. Otherwise,

“Good girl, Floretta.”

the girl a thumbs-up. Following that, she scooped a bowl of stew and cast

stew.

“Thank you.”

took a sip gracefully. “It tastes good,” he praised

you enjoyed it. There’s still more

at the sight. She tugged at Angeline’s apron with her greasy hand and mumbled anxiously, “Angel, this is unfair. You only served the stew for Daddy. I-I want

it, too, little

then served

bitterness Floretta felt earlier was all gone the moment she received the

Angeline uttered cautiously, “Mr. Golding, let me serve you another

the bowl over, and took a glance at

the good mood

prepared. That’s so considerate of you. How can I be mad at

it? Or is it because

Angeline was rendered speechless.

help but admire Evander’s perceptiveness.

her like a

it for a while. In the end, she just cleared her throat and smiled

in detail in

not a single hint of sullenness on his expression, and it was hard to tell what he

From time to time, she would study Evander’s expression while having

you

there was no big deal about asking him to

to wipe the corners of his mouth. He cast a

thinking about becoming the person in charge of

was in the entertainment industry, it was different from the business

coffee and bring it to

the dining room. It was after quite a while that

“Sure. Right away.”

her lips