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.

Zacharias was standing there, watching her. Shirley, who was drenched in sweat, lowered her

treating the punching bag as if it were me,” he said with a

she replied, not denying her intentions. She had indeed wanted to

relief after her release, realizing that harboring anger toward him was ultimately fruitless. She simply needed to endure for another three months, at which

I apologize for my behavior this morning. I will strive to fulfill my professional responsibilities,” Shirley said calmly, adopting a more

by him, heading for

truly that intolerable?” His voice carried a

dim lighting. However, her heart was already spoken for, and no

for someone she cared about in favor of 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 to waver and her attention to be divided. She wanted to maintain a steadfast and serious

do appreciate your qualities, but the person I have feelings for is Cole. I

love, favoritism was elusive. Love didn’t play favorites, and even the strongest individuals had to endure the painful facets