My Baby’s Daddy

When Corinne finished preparing breakfast, she saw a tall and elegant figure descending the stairs. It was Zacharias. “Your breakfast is ready, Mr. Flintstone,” she said with a smile. Her previous harsh attitude toward Shirley was nowhere to be seen.

“Okay.” He nodded and sat down at the breakfast table. All this while, Corinne looked at him admiringly, finding it hard to take her eyes off him. Naturally, he noticed this. For girls who had ulterior motives, he typically gave them indifferent treatment.

“Mr. Flintstone, if you ever want something specific for your meals, feel free to tell me anytime,” she said.

“No, you’re doing great.” He shook his head. At once, her heart raced with joy. “Thank you, Mr. Flintstone.”

“I’ll give you the day off. You can go back to the dorm and rest,” he suddenly said. Just after a few seconds of joy, her expression froze. Another day off? For the whole day? “But I- I still need to prepare lunch and dinner for you.” She quickly emphasized her importance.

“Imogen can handle that.”

“She told me that her cooking skills aren’t good. I’m worried that…”

he said, looking at

Corinne met his gaze, she instantly lowered her head, not daring to dispute his words. In the end, she nodded. “Okay. Enjoy

the while harboring some resentment. Why? Why can Imogen stay, but

Shirley was in the yard, sweeping leaves into a small pile at the side of the road. At this moment, Corinne came over and, with a burst of frustration,

and she too glared at her in anger. Meeting her gaze, Corinne approached and said, “Let’s see for how long

given yet another day off. What’s going on? Why don’t I have a single day off while she has time off every

angrily. However, Corinne had no idea about her abilities and was utterly unimpressed.

confidently, “You might be the best in your class, but I’m the best on our

see who’ll be left picking

Shirley finished cleaning the yard, she returned to the living room. She saw Zacharias still leisurely

already ate this morning.” She didn’t want to have it. After that, she took a deep breath and asked, “Mr. Flintstone, when