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.

cute voice, flashing a sweet smile at Evander,

taught by Francesca. Otherwise,

“Good girl, Floretta.”

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

try this beef stew. It’s good for

“Thank you.”

the stew from her and took a sip gracefully. “It tastes good,” he

it. There’s

with her greasy hand and mumbled anxiously, “Angel, this is unfair. You only served the stew

it, too,

pinched the girl’s nose, then served her a bowl

was all gone

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

over, and took a glance

the

all thanks to the breakfast you prepared. That’s so considerate of you. How can I

gotten over it? Or is it because you need

Angeline was rendered speechless.

but admire Evander’s perceptiveness. It was indeed

her like a

feeding Floretta and mulled over it for a while. In the end, she just cleared her throat and smiled at him

don’t we discuss it in detail in your study

focused on the stew he was relishing. There was not a single hint of sullenness on his expression, and it was

Angeline could only sit down and eat with them. From time to time, she would

you

she thought there was no big deal about asking

drew a piece of tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth. He cast a glance at the unsettled Angeline and curled his lips into a

charge of a corporation if you can’t even brace yourself

industry, it was different from the business world. There was still a lot for

of coffee and bring it to the

leave the dining room. It was after quite a

“Sure. Right away.”

consent cheered Angeline up. She pressed her lips into a thin line, stifling her