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!”

response, Floretta raised her head and flashed

at the side, Francesca shook her

same time, she 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

Reconciled…

word inexorably startled Angeline, and a trace

admitted that we’re together. But… since we’ve gone all the way and the final act of intimacy

“Thank you.”

she lifted her head and beamed at

right—I’ve got to cherish

just finished approving the last batch of documents at Golding

from Angeline, who succinctly informed him of

I’ve eaten the oatmeal you made. It tasted incredibly good. I’m feeling

an emoticon of an

initially grave expression gradually softened, and a gentle smile curved

hovered over the keypad for a long moment before he

that last remark was deliberate on his part. As he recalled the X-rated scenes yesterday night, his throat inexplicably

Opening the drawer, he took out

photo of Angeline in her sleep. For once, she looked exceedingly docile, sleeping with her head resting on her arm

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

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

Evander

desk, he picked up the pen at the

and handed the documents to the man, he

gotten back together with Angeline. I almost thought that their relationship would end up

he felt happy

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 be attending on behalf of Moistdore

“I see.”

a query, “Did we receive an

“Of course!”

nodded in the