Her Precious Baby

Chapter 215

Evander’s tone was exceedingly surly. Striding over to the bedside table, he picked up the jug and poured a glass of warm water before holding it out to Angeline.

“Here, hold this and take your medicine.”

It wasn’t a request but an order.

Following his rough movements, a few drops of hot water spilled out of the glass and hit the back of Angeline’s hand.

Boom!

At that precise moment, a sudden flash of lightning lit up the pitch-black sky outside the window, accompanied by a clap of thunder. Such fright struck Angeline that she shuddered.

It so happened that she had also reached out to take the glass of water then. Her hand slipped, and the water spilled all over the covers.

“Ahh!”

She cradled her head, terror draining all the color from her face.

On instinct, Evander reached out and pulled her into his embrace. Frowning, he gently stroked her temples with his long and slender fingers.

“Don’t be afraid. It was just the thunder.”

As Angeline listened to his deep and calm voice, her agitation gradually abated.

“Sorry for troubling you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Evander replied tersely.

Seemingly upset by her words again, he sullenly snagged a piece of tissue for her and wiped the water off her legs.

At that, a wealth of warmth suffused Angeline.

Subsequently, Evander poured her another glass of water.

Quickly taking it from him, Angeline flashed him a sheepish smile and coaxed, “Don’t be mad. I was merely joking earlier. Let’s talk things out nicely.”

She had no doubt that if it weren’t for their past affections, he might have thrown the entire glass of water at her face.

Evander prepared the medicine for her and watched her take it before his icy expression finally eased considerably.

“Take a good rest. There are still things you need to handle on your grandfather’s side. If you want to reclaim the Sorelle family, you can’t fall now.”

At his remark, Angeline’s expression gradually turned somber. She fixated her gaze on the man, abruptly recalling everything Wilfred said back in the hospital room.

Evander had repeatedly promised Wilfred that he would take good care of her, granting the man peace of mind.

Because of that alone, Angeline was grateful to him.

“Sleep. I’ll leave you to it.”

It was as though Evander didn’t notice her eyes on him. His gaze remained unchanged, and he sounded as distant as ever.

He continued, “It’s raining today. I’ll come over and pick Floretta up tomorrow morning.”

Angeline stared at him, only recovering her voice after a long time passed.

“Okay, thank you.”

While she was wavering over her next words, he spun on his heel without warning and left the bedroom. In the next heartbeat, a bang rang out, and the door was slammed shut.

In that split second, her heart seemingly sank to rock bottom. A sense of indescribable disappointment swamped her.

I didn’t even have the time to thank him properly, but he already refused to allow me any opportunity to speak. Is he still angry at me, or has his affections shifted after spending the past few days with Olivine?

The question of whether Evander’s affections had shifted weighed on her like a huge boulder.

She balled her hands into fists, her eyes brimming with bitterness. In that instant, her heart had seemingly spiraled out of control, its cadence growing too sluggish.

It wasn’t until one had almost lost someone that she would realize the depth of her emotions toward the other person.

Reality had proven that she couldn’t accept Evander falling in love with another woman. Regardless of whether it was her selfishness at play or the entire matter being her fault in the first place, the truth remained that such was her feeling.

glimpsed the wallet on the couch a near distance away. Ah, Evander

flipped the covers off her and slipped on her slippers. But no sooner had she stepped

“Argh…”

to remain on her feet by propping her hands against the bedside table. She gently massaged her temples several times with her fingers. Only when she was feeling better did she pick up

gotten into the car, she could only quicken her pace, hurrying

as they hit the top of the cars. The

gust of icy wind carrying a mist of raindrops

By sheer coincidence, she spotted Evander standing in the parking lot

open the door and

“Wait a moment, Evander!”

saw

did you come out in such heavy rain?

that

The rain had soaked her hair, and the dripping water gradually blurred

from within her clothes. Despite the pouring rain, she protected it

that, his expression darkened frightfully. As his gaze alighted

you’ve

Angeline stilled momentarily.

while passed before she admitted,

hand, only lifted her head and pinned her eyes on

know you don’t want to hear it, but I must say it. The truth

finished speaking, Evander had already taken a step forward and closed the distance

an arm around her

seemingly faded into nothingness. All Angeline could hear

proactiveness, Evander abruptly wrapped an arm around her head

know what you’re doing? And are you sure

like a bobblehead, tears

she no longer wanted to worry about anything else, merely desiring

sigh of relief

ago, and his meticulous care toward her recently had

truth, she had always liked the man and had never given

words that morning, a sense of

should cherish those around her and not

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“Sorry for troubling you.”

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thot olone, Angeline wos groteful to

I’ll leove you

eyes on him. His goze remoined unchonged, ond he sounded os

roining todoy. I’ll come

her voice ofter o

“Okoy, thonk you.”

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