My Baby’s Daddy

When they parted ways, the little girl introduced herself. "Hello, my name is Shirley Lloyd. Will you come to play with me in the future?"

At the age of ten, Zacharias was already 5-feet tall, while four-year-old Shirley was only about 3-feet tall.

For some people, even just one meeting was unforgettable. Zacharias' childhood lacked much joy, with heavy academic burdens and extremely high expectations from his parents. He had no friends. So, when he saw a carefree little girl, he envied her.

Unexpectedly, nineteen years later, they met again under these circumstances. However, he thought that the little girl from back then probably wouldn't remember him because a person's earliest memories started at around six or seven years old, so he was the only one who remembered the encounter.

Zacharias recognized her at first sight, but this little girl was just a passing guest in his life. Therefore, he didn't pay special attention to her.

her interesting wasn't just her skills but also her belonging to an influential family in

requested. Shirley took the vegetables over

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don't need to remind me," Corinne replied ungratefully. Shirley decided not to speak anymore. After peeling the vegetables, Shirley went to the laundry room. The clothes that had just been dried needed to be taken out, ironed, and then hung in the cloakroom

never even ironed her father's clothes, yet now she found herself coming

the dryer. As she reached for it, her face turned slightly red. It was a pair of men's underwear-a black

the underwear in her hands, but she patiently ironed it as well. After she finished ironing,

she reached the third floor with the clothes in her hands, she saw a figure walking toward her in the corridor. Holding the clothes, she immediately acted like she was a maid. She faced the window and lowered her head while waiting for

with intense eyes. Under the soft lighting, her delicate and beautiful features, slender figure, and graceful demeanor were revealed. Indeed, time was a skilled artist as it transformed a