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

not daring to dispute his words. In the end,

the while harboring some resentment. Why? Why

into a small pile at the side of the road. At this moment, Corinne came over and, with a burst of frustration, kicked the leaves into disarray. As she looked at Shirley, her eyes burned

her in anger. Meeting her gaze, Corinne approached and said, “Let’s see for how long you

bag in her hand and understood that Corinne had been given yet another day off. What’s going on? Why don’t I have a single day off while she

Corinne had no idea about her abilities and was utterly unimpressed. “Do you think I’m afraid of you?

might be the best in your class, but

who’ll be left picking up their

left, and after Shirley finished cleaning the yard, she returned to the living room. She saw

want to have it. After that, she took a deep breath