Her Precious Baby

He expected Angeline to blame and scold him instead of opening up like this. It was as if she had numbed herself to her fate.

The only thing more dangerous than a fight in a relationship was a cold shoulder, which was proof of her increasing disregard for him.

Evander felt empty in the stomach at that thought. He reached out and grabbed Angeline’s arm.

“Why did we have to break up?” he asked, gritting his teeth in dismay.

“Was I not clear enough?”

“I want the real reason.” Evander gazed down at her, his voice husky. “Why did you react that way when you saw the Heart of the Ocean I gifted you? What are you hiding from me?”

He only realized the shift in Angeline’s emotional state after he calmed down. Though he was unclear of the reason, he surmised upon further thought that it must have been due to the necklace.

“Is that important?”

Angeline’s heart skipped a beat at Evander’s words. She turned around to face him while feigning a calm she did not feel.

“Everybody has their secrets, Mr. Golding. That must be why you won’t tell me who Floretta’s real mother is.”

Initially prodding Evander to see if she could discover something, she did not expect such a hostile reaction from him.

“You are becoming bold, Angeline!”

“Forget I ever asked.”

Angeline scoffed and again struggled to free herself of Evander before turning around to leave abruptly.

in her heart gnawed at

hiding from me? Could he, instead of the traffickers, have stolen the newborn baby? If that’s the case, Evander must have been planning this charade and

she opted instead to investigate the matter

play when the bell in the kindergarten rang a long time ago, but Floretta remained in her seat with a colored pen in her hand, busy filling in

for every child

Angeline and Evander to appear together in the parent-teacher conference, Floretta honored the occasion by applying

to admit a group of boys who came barging in. They gazed in Floretta’s

before Floretta with his chest puffed up and grabbed her

his gesture, her face flushed

dare you touch my things, Mark? Give my

away and perused the sketchbook with

you have is

“You’re lying!”

feet angrily. Her

Sherrock is the one who insists on being my mother and must have said those things in a

calling Ms. Sherrock. That’s my Aunt Olivine,” Mark growled as he pushed her again and jabbed a menacing finger. “Your mother threw you away as soon

fell onto the ground. She was so frightened

that,” she exclaimed indignantly while rubbing her eyes. “I have a mother.

at how good at

friends, began to

about? My mother is Angeline

them, but despite her earnestness,

they laughed all the harder at those

is a movie star! How could she

My mother has been binge-watching ‘The Journey,’ and she loves Angeline in it. She’s the hottest star