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 Angeline a sweet

side, Francesca shook her head helplessly

really amazing, Ms. Sorelle. Ms. Floretta always listens to you. I’m truly

Reconciled…

and a trace of skepticism welled

since we’ve gone all the

“Thank you.”

it calmly, she lifted her head and beamed

got to cherish

Evander had just finished approving the last batch of

message from Angeline, who succinctly informed him of her

made. It tasted incredibly good. I’m

added an emoticon of an adorable smiling bear holding a ruby-red

that message, his initially grave expression gradually

keypad for a long moment before he replied: Great. Drink more warm

deliberate on his part. As he recalled the X-rated scenes yesterday night,

Opening the drawer,

a photo of Angeline in her sleep. For once, she looked exceedingly docile, sleeping with her head resting on her arm while drooling. Indeed, it was

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

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

it over,” Evander ordered in a deep

picture frame on his desk, he picked up the pen at the

documents to the man, he inadvertently glimpsed the

wait is finally over! Ultimately, he has gotten back together with Angeline. I almost thought that their relationship would end up ruined since Olivine capitalized on the opportunity

that thought, he felt

came to 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

“I see.”

a query,

“Of course!”

in the