My Baby’s Daddy

Shirley shook her head. “No, I’m just moving to a different place.”

Corinne wasn’t interested in where she was going to live next. Just then, a shuttle bus pulled up, and Shirley placed her luggage on board and got on. Corinne planned to walk, but the driver called out to her, “Corinne, get in.”

“I’m heading to Mr. Flintstone’s residence,” she said.

“I’m taking Imogen there too. Hop on,” the driver said. Shocked, Corinne looked at Shirley, realizing that when she said she was moving to a different place, she meant moving into Zacharias’ residence.

She immediately got on the bus, her eyes fixed firmly on Shirley. “You’re going to live at Mr. Flintstone’s place?”

Shirley could see the envy in Corinne’s expression. However, she had no intention of boasting; instead, she felt helpless. She simply nodded. “Yes, it was Mr. Flintstone’s idea.”

At once, Corinne’s chest heaved, and she bit her lip before snorting in Shirley’s direction. “You’re quite something, huh?” She believed that Shirley had used some means to captivate Zacharias behind her back, and that was why he was giving her special treatment.

Shirley knew that Corinne had misunderstood, she chose not to explain and

by her side. As the shuttle bus departed, Corinne spoke in a serious tone. “Stop

but to stop and look at

tail had been stepped on, displaying a touch of aggressiveness. “How did you make Mr. Flintstone

she was no less than Shirley in every way, so why would Zacharias show interest in her? Shirley had to have

being wrongly accused is so unpleasant. She gave Corinne

snorted. “Don’t let me catch you doing anything wrong,

a guest room reserved for visitors. Since Zacharias’ master bedroom and his study were on the third floor, the entire third floor became his

attention, the harder she worked. She wanted to

Shirley decided to go to the third floor to inform Zacharias that she had moved in. She had felt his displeasure the night before when she had rejected him. Indeed, having been accustomed to being in

she suddenly saw a man sitting in the third-floor living room. He was dressed in a loose-fitting black robe, with the belt hanging loose in the middle. Water droplets were falling from the tips of his hair, sliding down his strikingly handsome face, down