Her Precious Baby

Those utterances seemed to weigh heavily in the atmosphere around them.

The look on the pair’s faces told Delano Halls that something was not quite right. “Do you and Ms. Sorelle know each other, Mr. Golding?” he asked in concern.

“No, I don’t know her.” Speaking in his deep and low inflection, Evander sought to distance himself from her.

Unable to stomach that sight, Angeline managed a stiff smile. “Of course, he doesn’t. Not everyone can hope to be acquainted with someone as illustrious as Mr. Golding himself.”

Is she suggesting that I’m unapproachable?

Evander’s expression turned increasingly sullen. It was as though a terrible storm was brewing within him.

A secretary-like woman skirted around to Delano from behind. After she whispered something into his ear, the latter’s face turned constipated. It would seem that he just had found himself caught between a rock and a hard place.

So, Evander and Angeline actually can’t get along with each other? This is all because of my previous work trip. It’s no wonder I had no idea about what was going on despite how long the news has been out there!

“About that, Mr. Golding. I invited Ms. Sorelle to help me with the promotional work for the property a long time ago.” He only concluded that he might have misspoken after those words had escaped his lips, but alas, it was too late for him to retract them.

“Oh? Is that so?” Evander’s unblinking eyes remained fixated upon Angeline’s face when he asked that question.

Does that mean that it is a sheer coincidence that we have found ourselves in the same place here today? Was I wrong about her?

“Look, Mr. Golding…” Delano wiped a palmful of nervous sweat from his own face as he was unable to figure out what Evander actually meant to say.

Is he trying to tell me that he’s not going to step on that stage, or he wants me to kick Angeline out?

Should that be the case, he feared that his company would make the headline news the next day, except that it would be for all the wrong reasons.

An extended silence ensued.

that ribbon.” Evander finally peeled his eyes off Angeline. Though he offered that reminder in an icy tone, he had provided a way for all of

sigh of relief. He then quickly instructed

the ceremony, Evander and Delano positioned themselves right smack in the center of the pack. Delano even called out for Angeline to stand directly on the other side of Evander. On Angeline’s part, she was a

radiated off Evander, so much so that the scissors trembled in

Evander was ushered

the absence of that imposing presence, Angeline was finally able to let her hair down. When she felt the back of her clothing,

guests for the evening’s event were

she only had one packet of

no one around, Angeline made her way over to the banquet hall’s dining area, taking care to avoid

trays that lined the length of the long table were stacked with a wide assortment of food options. Grabbing a plate, she then went on to pick out a few

it that all the food served that night was prepared by a Ferropenian pastry chef and that their taste was truly something to behold. Leaning back against the table, Angeline worked her dessert fork away at the cakes that

be quite irresistible, even as someone who did not have

been developing quite splendidly, Mrs. Halls. Such a lucky woman you are.” At that moment, a

the side—it was Joseline. The latter had her hands around a wealthy woman’s arm, and the duo was steadily making

view of offering a toast to Colleen. Her smile, however, unraveled

I’ll be d*mned!

an argument in that sort of setting, she pretended

going to miss out on that opportunity to embarrass Angeline. An insidious look flashed across Joseline’s eyes as she tightened her grip around the wine glass and intentionally flung its contents in Angeline’s

Angeline, her quick reflexes saved her in the nick of time. Nevertheless, a couple of splotches of wine stains still managed

Purposefully feigning surprise, Joseline hurried to grab a napkin to help wipe at

Sorelle, do you now have a poor constitution to go along with it? How else could you have failed to hold

fell, and her sharp nails dug

in astonishment. “Is this your younger sister, Ms. Sorelle?”

appeared apologetic. “I’m sorry that you had

skepticism. “But

her own immaturity, so she isn’t quite on reasonable terms with the rest of the family.” Exhaling, Joseline portrayed herself as though

dress. “Have you forgotten, Ms. Sorelle? I’ve

do my best to convince Grandpa to allow you to

been privy to the truth. It was a pity then that her sense of clarity allowed her to seize upon