Her Precious Baby

Chapter 217

With a smile tugging at her lips, Angeline commented in anticipation, “Really? If so, I’m eager to try his cooking. Please get me a bowl of the oatmeal.”

“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!”

head and flashed Angeline a

side, Francesca shook her head helplessly at

stared at 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 you’ve

Reconciled…

and a trace of skepticism welled

But… since we’ve gone all the way and the final act of

“Thank you.”

calmly, she lifted her

right—I’ve got

batch of documents at

a message from Angeline, who succinctly informed

the oatmeal you made. It

it, she added an emoticon of

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

a long moment before he replied: Great. Drink

recalled the X-rated scenes yesterday night, his throat inexplicably went

the drawer, he took out a picture

her head resting on her arm while drooling. Indeed, it was challenging to link her with the perfect female celebrity on

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

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

Evander ordered in

picture frame on his desk, he picked up the pen

handed the documents to the man, he inadvertently glimpsed the

almost thought that their relationship would end up ruined since Olivine capitalized on the opportunity

that thought, he felt happy for the

divulged, “Oh yes, Mr. Golding, Mr. Levert of Joan Group is hosting a networking event tomorrow night.

“I see.”

continued with a query,

“Of course!”

in

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