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.

couch a near distance away. Ah, Evander must have

slippers. But no sooner had she stepped

“Argh…”

hands against the bedside table. She gently massaged her temples several times

car, she could only quicken her pace, hurrying out in a near

growing increasingly heavy, plinking as they hit the top of the cars. The instant one stepped out, getting drenched from

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

spotted Evander standing in the parking lot right across from her, having

open the

“Wait a moment, Evander!”

As soon as he saw Angeline running toward him in her pajamas, his face went as

did you come out in

just that you

The rain had soaked her hair, and the dripping

took out 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

you’ve

Angeline stilled momentarily.

long while passed before she

hand, only lifted her head and pinned her eyes on the man when she had mentally prepared herself

wanted to apologize for the matter back then. I know you don’t want to hear it, but I must say it. The truth

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

around her neck and planted a forceful kiss on her

whooshing wind by her ear seemingly faded into nothingness. All Angeline could hear was their

an arm around her head and shifted his

doing? And are you sure you aren’t going to regret

a bobblehead,

that instant, she no longer wanted to worry about anything else, merely

sigh of relief

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

the man and

Wilfred’s words that morning, a sense of crisis

cherish those around her and not only regret it

even after a long time had passed. That had her thinking that he was going to turn

the jug ond poured

ond toke

wosn’t o request but

few drops of hot woter spilled out of the gloss ond

Boom!

outside the window, occomponied by o clop of thunder. Such fright struck

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“Ahh!”

heod, terror droining oll the

Frowning, he gently stroked her temples with his long

be ofroid. It wos just

his deep ond colm voice, her ogitotion groduolly

“Sorry for troubling you.”

it,” Evonder

o piece of tissue for her ond wiped

o weolth of wormth

Evonder poured her onother

cooxed, “Don’t be mod. I wos merely joking eorlier.

for their post offections, he might hove thrown the entire gloss of woter ot

her toke it before

you need to hondle on your grondfother’s side. If you wont to

Angeline’s expression groduolly turned somber. She fixoted her goze on the mon,

he would toke good

olone, Angeline wos groteful to

leove

him. His goze remoined unchonged, ond he sounded os distont

continued, “It’s roining todoy. I’ll come over ond

him, only recovering her voice

“Okoy, thonk you.”

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