Her Precious Baby

Chapter 182

Evander gazed at her the slim silhouette of her back. For the first time, anxiety flashed before those unfathomably deep eyes.

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

Floretta’s birth mother? What is he hiding from me? Could he, instead of the traffickers, have stolen the newborn baby? If that’s the case, Evander must have been planning

weak. Not daring to ruminate further, she opted instead

long time ago, but Floretta remained in her seat with a colored pen in her hand, busy filling in the colors in

for every child

Angeline and Evander to appear together in the parent-teacher conference,

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

the rest, arrived before Floretta with his

her face flushed red

dare you touch my things, Mark? Give my drawing back to

hands shoved Floretta away and perused the sketchbook with sardonic

fancy artwork in here. Instead, all you have is a drawing of your family! Aunt Olivine said that you’re a motherless child,

“You’re lying!”

her feet angrily. Her features contorted with

must have said those things in a

finger. “Your mother threw you away as soon as you were born.

was so frightened at the mention of the orphanage that her scarlet eyes blossomed with

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

at how good at lying Floretta is!

along with his friends,

about? My mother is Angeline

but despite

laughed all the harder at

star! How could she

Journey,’ and she loves Angeline in it. She’s the hottest

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