Her Precious Baby

“Ah, I don’t care.”

Floretta had always been quick to expose her father. She pulled up a small stool and said animatedly, “Daddy always looks cool and distant all right, but he behaves like a child when he’s drunk every time, and he’ll always do something that’ll surprise the people around him.”

Angeline was rendered speechless.

“Mr. Roger told me that Daddy got drunk once at a university gathering. Everyone was getting ready to leave when Daddy suddenly sang Three Little Pigs…”

Angeline was dumbstruck at the revelation. She could not even begin to imagine the usually restrained Evander singing nursery rhymes. After all, the image was a striking contrast to his usual self.

Amused, she let out a chuckle, and so did Floretta. “Oh, but Mr. Roger did also mention that it was the only time that he had seen Daddy get drunk.”

Angeline laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. Floretta’s little revelation had warmed her heart. “Thank you, Floretta.”

“Sharing is caring, and especially so when it’s some juicy gossip. Oh, right—”

Bang!

A loud noise of the door getting slammed against the wall ensued. Floretta was so taken aback that she had forgotten to turn off the video call as she hid underneath her chair.

Suddenly, a large hand with slender and bony fingers grabbed her collar. “Were you guys having a nice chat?”

Angeline gulped when she noticed Evander on the screen. She, too, felt a chill running down her spine.

Floretta sniffed his coat. Her face fell as she said, “Daddy, something’s not right with you. There’s woman’s perfume on you, and it’s not Ms. Sherrock’s!”

Evander raised a brow as he had not expected Floretta to have such a sharp nose. Then he looked at Angeline with a twinkle in his eyes.

Angeline, who was on the video call, shifted uncomfortably as she coughed lightly.

do I feel as if I’ve

were more women than men at the party

about it. She kicked her chubby little legs and struggled as she

talk with bad people. You haven’t been behaving

as he

screamed. However, Evander did not actually

shuddered as she watched what happened on the

call. However, just when she was about to do so, Evander turned his attention to her. His thin lips quirked into half a smile as he mocked, “It seems that you have too much free time on your hand, Ms. Sorelle. Why

Golding, did you think I was the one who asked Floretta to tell the thing about

at the mention of nursery rhymes. Angeline could even feel it through

disparaging remarks. However, at the thought of being left behind

she chided, “Mr. Golding, not every woman wants to throw themselves at you to gain something from you. No wonder your wife ran away. You’re such a heartless man, and you’re

fury was apparent even though there was a screen separating him from

was so stunned that her

Angel is

face and could not think of anything else to say. After a while, she carefully asked in a small voice, “Daddy, how does it feel to get scolded

He snatched away Floretta’s phone and hung

he wore seemed to complement his mood completely that day. The cold glint in his dark obsidian eyes made him seem

away, her eyes filled with the sympathy that she

questions,” Evander said in a frigid tone. Then he whisked the girl off her feet and placed her on the bed to put her to

girl clung to his arm and said, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll watch what I say from now on. Please don’t

Beer?

a brow as

wonder she was

bedside lamp on her nightstand, tucked her in, and said in a much gentler tone, “Go to sleep now. Remember to stay away from alcohol in the future, all right? You’re not to have a

“But Angel said⁠—”

innocent eyes a few times. She bit her tongue and dare not