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.

near distance away. Ah, Evander must have left it

thought, she excitedly flipped the covers off her and slipped on her slippers. But no sooner had she stepped onto the ground than a wave of dizziness

“Argh…”

bedside table. She gently massaged her temples several times with her fingers. Only when she was feeling better did she pick up

she could only quicken her pace, hurrying

hit the top of the cars. The instant one stepped out, getting drenched from head to toe would be

the front door, a gust of icy wind carrying a mist of raindrops hit her

gaze out. By sheer coincidence, she spotted Evander standing in the parking lot right across from her, having just opened his car

open the door and sprinted toward

“Wait a moment, Evander!”

had Evander glancing back over his shoulder. As soon as he saw Angeline running toward him in her pajamas, his face went as

did you come out in such heavy rain? Have

just that you forgot your

looked up at him. The rain had soaked her hair, and

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

his gaze alighted on her petite figure, a trace of distress showed

all you’ve got

Angeline stilled momentarily.

long while passed before she

lifted her head and pinned her eyes on the man when she had

know you don’t want

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

her neck and planted a forceful kiss on her chilly

ear seemingly faded into nothingness. All Angeline could hear was

arm around her head and shifted his lips away.

And are you sure you aren’t going to

a bobblehead, tears shimmering in her eyes.

worry about

she truly breathed a sigh

from five years ago, and his meticulous care toward her recently had her

always liked the man

that morning, a sense of crisis inundated her, and her

her and not only regret it after she

long time had passed. That had

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“Sorry for troubling you.”

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toke good core of her,

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leove

her eyes on him. His goze remoined

come over ond pick

him, only recovering her voice ofter o

“Okoy, thonk you.”

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