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.

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

were taught by Francesca.

“Good girl, Floretta.”

gave the girl a thumbs-up. Following that, she scooped a

this beef stew. It’s good

“Thank you.”

took the stew from her and took a sip gracefully. “It tastes

you enjoyed it. There’s still more in the pot. Please

greasy hand and mumbled anxiously, “Angel,

get it, too, little

nose, then served her

Floretta felt earlier was all gone

bowl, Angeline uttered cautiously, “Mr. Golding,

handed the bowl over, and took a

with the good

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

it? Or is it because

Angeline was rendered speechless.

admire Evander’s perceptiveness. It

could read her like

Francesca who was feeding Floretta and mulled over it for a while. In

we discuss it in detail in your

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

down and eat with them. From time to time,

are you thinking,

big deal about asking

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

thinking about becoming the person in charge of a corporation if you

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

of coffee and bring it to the

She watched Evander leave the dining room. It was after

“Sure. Right away.”

She pressed her lips into a thin