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.

affected by what happened between us? Even 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.

continue when another

your

open as Floretta walked in with

point of view, and she giggled while covering her

lovey-dovey,

red as she shoved Evander away,

suddenly closing in on me like a

You’re still a child and shouldn’t make up stories

girl

know. My teachers have already taught me that,” she replied obediently. “Do you still want

and thank

excuse to send Floretta away temporarily, but now,

from the child, raised her head, and drank all

“Let’s go home, Floretta.”

toward Floretta with a cold expression,

refused to budge and held onto her

Saturday tomorrow, Daddy. Can I please stay with Angel?”

you talking about? Can you even stand living in

nodded fervently, her eyes

kid anymore, Daddy. I don’t need you to protect me every second of the day. I can get

heard that, Evander

what his daughter was capable of once

station

situation Evander was in, Angeline stepped in

with me tonight, Mr. Golding. I’m staying in a premium hospital suite that comes with an extra

that

a bubbly girl, and she’s also Sebastian’s age. Maybe she’d

I’ll leave her to

much with her and added frostily, “Name a price.

that, he turned and strode out of the police