Her Precious Baby

Unbidden, the man swung his gaze at her.

Their eyes met.

His icy gaze could seemingly see right through her. His lips were pressed into a thin line, giving off a sense of maturity and reticence.

He seemed to be on an entirely different level than them, transcending beyond the transient world.

Angeline nervously averted her gaze. By the time she again raised her eyes, the man had already walked past her and gone to Wilfred.

At the sight of the man, Wilfred’s initially dark expression promptly transformed into joy. He was so thrilled that he almost sprang to his feet. Even Joseline and the others present were over the moon because of Evander Golding’s attendance.

They had all seemingly forgotten the debacle brought about by Angeline earlier.

“Why are you here, Mr. Golding? As propriety dictates, we shouldn’t be washing our dirty linens in public, so my apologies that you had to witness that.” Wilfred eagerly had someone help him to his feet to greet Evander. In fact, his excitement was so great that he couldn’t mask it.

Surprisingly, Evander stepped forward respectfully and motioned for him to remain seated. Inclining his head a fraction, he replied, “As the younger generation, I naturally have to attend your eightieth birthday. After all, you were one of the few friends my grandfather had when he was alive.”

Mr. Golding?

into Angeline’s ears, she kept an eye

man who held Hallsbay’s economic lifeline and was also the head of Golding Group who struck

resist taking another

gave her a

to have seen

by her thought, Angeline hastily withdrew her

man as famous as him, I

Joseline, she was greeted by the sight of them both grinning from ear to ear. That aside, their eyes fixated on Evander gleamed as though they were beholding God himself. A wave of

with those of high standing and authority? I should

gift from Mr. Golding. It’s

Charlie Day?

assistant beside the man opening the exquisite wooden box in his hand. He took out a scroll of painting that

was an oil painting

to the skies. Even Joseline, who had some artistic skills, wore an astounded expression on her

step forward and brush her fingers over every line of the drawing, not bothering to conceal her admiration toward Evander. “This is too costly a gift, Mr. Golding. You bought this at