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

those words were taught by Francesca.

“Good girl, Floretta.”

scooped a bowl of stew and cast

Golding, try this beef stew. It’s good for

“Thank you.”

a sip gracefully.

grinned happily. “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 the stew for Daddy. I-I want it, too.”

get it, too,

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

earlier was all gone the

bowl, Angeline uttered

nodded, handed the bowl over, and took a

the good

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

you gotten over it? Or is it

Angeline was rendered speechless.

admire Evander’s perceptiveness. It was

could read her like a

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

we discuss it in detail

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

only sit down and eat with them. From time to time,

you

thought there was no big deal

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

you be thinking about becoming the person in charge of a corporation if you can’t even brace yourself in this

how successful Angeline was in the entertainment industry, it was different from the business

me a cup of coffee and bring it

stunned. She watched Evander leave the dining room. It was after quite a while that

“Sure. Right away.”

consent cheered Angeline up. She pressed her lips into a