My Baby’s Daddy

Zacharias sighed softly, his actions not entirely clear in purpose, but he proceeded nevertheless. He intended to make Cole understand that he was actively pursuing Shirley. If Cole were willing to withdraw from this competition, it would be best for him.

She returned to her room and checked her phone, only to be met with disappointment when she found no message from Cole inquiring about the morning’s events. This left her wondering if there had been a misunderstanding.

However, only Cole was privy to the truth of the matter. At noon, the housekeeper prepared lunch, though Shirley’s lack of appetite kept her from descending to partake. Nonetheless, the servant was diligent and delivered a meal to her room. Gratefully, she accepted the tray and expressed her thanks.

“Don’t mention it. This was an order from Mr. Flintstone himself.”

Shirley was speechless. Dining on the second floor, she pondered the purpose of her current role. It seemed less like being a bodyguard and more like a companion to Zacharias, who spent his time idly at home.

In the afternoon, she went to the underground level, where the man had a training room for boxing. Today, she turned the punching bag into an image of Zacharias, unleashing her pent-up frustration with fast and precise punches and kicks.

and immediately turned into a defensive stance. Zacharias was standing there, watching her. Shirley, who was drenched in sweat, lowered her guard, removed her

as if it

she replied, not denying her intentions. She had indeed wanted to take her frustration out on

has fully healed, we can have a rematch. She felt a sense of relief after her release, realizing that harboring anger toward him was ultimately fruitless. She simply needed to endure for another three months, at which point

will strive to fulfill my professional responsibilities,” Shirley said calmly, adopting a more professional attitude.

she passed by

His voice

However, her heart was already spoken for, and no matter how impressive the

falling in love with someone else, Shirley couldn’t help but wonder what sort of person she might become. Would she be labeled as fickle, shifting affections so readily? Such a thought troubled her deeply, and she realized that she wouldn’t even like herself if she allowed her heart

must be honest, Zacharias. I do appreciate your qualities, but the person I have feelings for is Cole. I cannot entertain the pursuit of anyone else.”

favoritism was elusive. Love didn’t play favorites, and even the