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

taught by Francesca. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have

“Good girl, Floretta.”

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

this beef stew.

“Thank you.”

and took a sip

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. There’s still more

tugged at Angeline’s apron with her greasy hand and mumbled anxiously, “Angel, this is unfair. You only served

get it, too, little

then served her a bowl of

was all gone the moment she

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

nodded, handed the bowl over, and took a

the good mood

thanks to the breakfast you prepared. That’s so considerate of you.

you gotten over it? Or is

Angeline was rendered speechless.

but admire Evander’s

could read her like

Floretta and mulled over it for a while. In the end, she just

detail

focused on the stew he was relishing. There was not a single hint of sullenness

From time to

are you thinking,

was no big deal about

the stew, Evander slowly drew a piece of tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth. He cast a glance

be thinking about becoming the person in charge of a

entertainment industry, it was different from the business world. There was

me a cup of coffee and bring it to the

leave the dining room. It was

“Sure. Right away.”

pressed her lips into a thin line, stifling her