Her Precious Baby

Staring at the tools, the girl asked seriously, “Is there anything that you need, Angel? If there is, I’ll ask someone to buy it for you.”

Angeline examined the items and put on an apron. “It’s all present. There wouldn’t be a problem even if I were to open a cake shop here.”

Usually, when she wasn’t working, she would stay in her house. Celebrities had very little freedom outside their own house, as even a trip to the supermarket would mean getting their pictures taken by the paparazzi. In order to avoid any issues, she would cook in her own home. After a while, she got pretty good at cooking, especially baking.

While she was making the cake, Floretta excitedly hopped around her and stared at what she was doing with curiosity. Occasionally, the girl would poke at or touch something.

Floretta looked very much like a porcelain doll. Her skin was fair with a hint of rosiness. She was wearing a small dress and had hair buns on her head. She was a ball of pure cuteness and joy, especially when she kept praising Angeline for how pretty the woman was.

Angeline had always liked children, which was why she was very patient. After she asked the girl to wash the strawberries, she taught her how to decorate the cake.

The final product was excellent. As she jabbed the candles into the cake, she asked, “Oh yeah. How old are you?”

hand and spoke softly. “I’m five

let’s put six candles

a confused look in her wide eyes, Floretta stared at Angeline and

“When I was a kid, my parents hoped that I could grow up safely and healthily. So, every year, they’ll

to grow up quickly too! Put six candles on the cake for

“All right.”

the cake, Angeline smiled at Floretta, who was closing her eyes and making a wish with a serious

is such a coincidence. If my child were still alive, they would be celebrating

my

her child. Many things happened during that period. The pain she

the couch, Floretta was initially pretty happy as Angeline fed her the strawberry cake. Then her eyes suddenly turned

wrong, Angeline asked, “What’s