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!”

Floretta raised her head and

the side, Francesca shook her

voice, “You’re really amazing, Ms. Sorelle. Ms. Floretta always

Reconciled…

a trace of skepticism

gone all the way and the final act

“Thank you.”

face it calmly, she lifted her head and beamed at

right—I’ve got

finished approving the last batch of documents at Golding

who succinctly informed him of

you made. It tasted incredibly good. I’m feeling better,

end of it, she added an emoticon of an

his initially grave expression gradually softened, and a

long moment before he replied:

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

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

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

the real estate project in Coldbridge,

it over,” Evander ordered in a deep

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

over and handed the documents to the man, he inadvertently glimpsed the picture frame. Surprise promptly showed on his

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

felt

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

“I see.”

continued with a

“Of course!”

in the

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