Her Precious Baby

“What do you mean ‘ruined’?”

Evander’s expression clouded over in an instant as he walked toward the woman slowly, emanating a chilling aura.

Angeline immediately realized she had spoken inappropriately, but it was too late to regret her words.

Not daring to look him in the eye, she stepped back until her body collided with the table behind her with a bang, and the pain made her brows crease.

Yet, the man merely held her chin with his slender fingers and glared at her from above.

“Don’t overestimate your worth, Angeline. Do you really think I wouldn’t be able to get another woman to distract Floretta?”

“I…”

Angeline was at a loss for words. She wanted to retaliate but felt as though all her strength had left her.

He’s right. This is Evander Golding we’re talking about. God knows how many women would throw themselves at him at just a snap of his fingers! Why am I even worried?

“I was just giving you a kind reminder, Mr. Golding. If you think my advice is unnecessary, you can always choose not to listen.”

Looking slightly glum, the woman attempted to push Evander aside and leave.

Unfortunately, her words only served to aggravate him. A hint of rage flickered in his eyes as he grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back in his direction.

“You’re running off without giving me an explanation?” the man questioned with gritted teeth, pressing his body against hers to narrow the gap between them.

They were so close that she could feel his breath on her skin.

While staring at him, Angeline gulped as she forced herself to calm down.

“Why do I need to explain anything? I did nothing wrong.”

“You’re the one who wanted to cut ties with me, so why are you getting all concerned about Floretta and poking your nose into my business now?” Evander demanded, keeping a tight gaze on her.

Angeline furrowed her brows. Although she couldn’t understand why he was getting so worked up, she couldn’t deny that she was starting to feel the same.

if we can’t be together, shouldn’t you still try to make it seem like we get along—at least for her

“As friends?” Evander scoffed.

to continue when another

your water,

open as Floretta walked in with a glass

intimate from her point of view, and she giggled while covering

so lovey-dovey, Daddy

as she shoved Evander away, not forgetting to shoot him a reproachful

wrong with him, suddenly closing in on me like a maniac? It isn’t appropriate for Floretta to see

not what you think, Floretta. You’re still a child and shouldn’t make up stories like

little girl nodded

My teachers have already taught me that,” she replied obediently.

and

glass of water was initially just an excuse to send Floretta away temporarily, but now, Angeline was really starting to feel thirsty after the argument

she took the glass from the child, raised her

“Let’s go home, Floretta.”

as he walked toward Floretta with a

to budge and

Can I please stay with

are you talking about? Can you even

fervently, her eyes reflecting her

me every second of the day. I can get through anything as

slightly as he heard that,

his daughter was capable of once she

snuck out and made her way to the police station earlier today, he

in, Angeline stepped in without any further

suite that comes with an extra bed, so she shouldn’t have a

refused to communicate, so Angeline feared that his

girl, and she’s also Sebastian’s age. Maybe she’d be able to help

leave her to

converse much with her and added frostily, “Name a price. I’ll

he turned and strode out