Her Precious Baby

“Sure!”

Francesca swiftly went to the kitchen. Shortly after, she returned with a bowl of steaming hot oatmeal, beaming from ear to ear.

Lifting her head, Angeline glanced at the pumpkin pie oatmeal. Hmm, it looks good.

After taking it from Francesca, she scooped a spoonful for a try. In a flash, a glimmer of surprise flittered across her eyes.

“Did you teach Evander this oatmeal recipe step by step, Francesca?”

“Not really. I merely told him the ingredients and their quantities. He was the one who did everything. How’s the taste?”

Angeline took another spoonful of oatmeal.

Her cheeks bulging and eyes closed slightly in enjoyment, she generously complimented, “It tastes incredible.”

It’s pretty similar to the oatmeal sold in restaurants. Never had I expected him to have such a talent for cooking!

Contrarily, Floretta, who stood at the side, eyeballed the bowl of oatmeal disdainfully. “You’ve got to be honest, Angel. Are you sure it doesn’t taste horrible?”

Hearing that, Angeline indulgently brushed a finger down the bridge of her nose.

“I’m not lying. This time, it’s really quite good. Would you and Sebastian like to try some too?”

Unexpectedly, Floretta snorted before snapping her head away and continued building toy blocks with Sebastian.

While doing so, she replied in displeasure, “Daddy is downright evil, neglecting his daughter now that he has a lover. He has long since told Francesca that he only made a bowl of oatmeal, and it was for you. It’s okay. I’m not important.”

Her final utterance was hissed out through gritted teeth. Exasperation swamped Angeline, and she inwardly grumbled about Evander’s pettiness that he would even be so calculative with his own daughter.

Stroking Floretta’s head, she consoled, “Never mind. When I’ve recovered, I’ll cook a feast for you, okay?”

“Okay!”

raised her head and flashed Angeline

at the side, Francesca shook her

Angeline in sheer admiration and remarked in a lowered voice, “You’re really amazing, Ms. Sorelle. Ms. Floretta always listens to you. I’m truly happy to see that

Reconciled…

and a trace of skepticism welled

that we’re together. But… since we’ve gone all the way and the final act of intimacy is already done,

“Thank you.”

she lifted her head and

is right—I’ve got to cherish

Evander had just finished approving the last batch of documents

message from Angeline, who succinctly informed him of

made. It tasted incredibly good. I’m feeling better, so don’t

the end of it, she added an emoticon of

that message, his initially grave expression gradually softened, and a gentle smile curved

he replied: Great. Drink more warm water and

that last remark was deliberate on his part. As he recalled the X-rated scenes yesterday night, his throat inexplicably went dry, and a searing sensation

blue, something occurred to him. Opening the drawer, he took

exceedingly docile, sleeping with her head resting on her arm while drooling. Indeed, it was challenging to link

the picture in his hand when his office door was pushed open without warning, and Sylas slowly walked in with a

contract for the second phase of the real estate project in Coldbridge, Mr. Golding. Please take

Bring it over,” Evander ordered

he picked up the

to the man, he inadvertently glimpsed the picture frame. Surprise promptly showed on his

he has gotten back together with Angeline. I almost thought that their relationship would

that thought, he felt happy for

mind, and he divulged, “Oh yes, Mr. Golding, Mr. Levert of Joan Group is hosting a networking event tomorrow night. He invited quite a number of internationally renowned entrepreneurs. Ms. Sorelle will also

“I see.”

with a query, “Did we receive

“Of course!”

nodded in