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.

as if I’ve been

women than men at the party tonight,” Evander lied with a straight

chubby little legs and struggled as she said, “Daddy, let me go. Mr.

bad people.

cold as he spanked

Floretta screamed. However, Evander did not actually use

she watched

witnessing Evander teaching his daughter a lesson, Angeline wanted to disconnect the video 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 are

and asked in a low voice, “Mr. Golding, did you think I was

away at the mention of nursery rhymes. Angeline could even feel it through the screen. “I hate being used by someone else. Ms. Sorelle, I believe you’re smarter than

try to bear with his disparaging remarks. However, at the thought of being

her desk as 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,

there was a screen

was so stunned that her mouth

Angel

lifted her head to look at Evander’s handsome 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 by someone else for the

He snatched away Floretta’s

to complement his mood completely that day. The cold glint in his

with

from asking too many questions,” Evander said in a frigid tone. Then he whisked the girl off her

the grim look on his face, the little girl clung to his arm and said, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll watch what I say from now on. Please don’t be mad at Angel. She told me she had

Beer?

brow as his eyes

was so

lamp on her nightstand, tucked her in, and said in a much gentler tone,

“But Angel said⁠—”

blink her innocent eyes a few times. She