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.

mouth,” she said in a cute voice, flashing a sweet smile at

words were taught by Francesca. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have

“Good girl, Floretta.”

Following that, she scooped a bowl of stew and cast

Golding, try this beef stew. It’s good

“Thank you.”

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

enjoyed it. There’s still more in the

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.” She pouted,

get it,

then served her a bowl

bitterness Floretta felt earlier was all gone the

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

bowl over, and took a glance

the

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

Or is it

Angeline was rendered speechless.

but admire Evander’s perceptiveness. It was

read her

for a while. In the end,

in detail

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

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

are you

big deal about asking him to become an

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

in charge of a corporation

was in the entertainment industry, it was different from the

me a cup of coffee and bring it to

leave the dining room. It was after quite a while that she finally regained her

“Sure. Right away.”

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