My Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 897 

Angela then moved as if to reach down his pants. 

Immediately, Richard grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She then slipped down to place her head on his lap. With a tug at the elastic holding her hair together, the long strands sprawled out across his thighs. 

Her beautiful slanted eyes softly shimmered up at him. She looked so enticing, yet her gaze looked so clean and innocent. 

Sunlight shining in through the window made her skin appear as fair as snow. Her cheeks were gently dusted with an embarrassed blush, and she looked so charming that he was mesmerized. 

There was a slight hitch in his breathing. His hand was still wrapped around her wrist, but he did not know what to do next. 

Angela was a woman, after all! She knew just how to make a man happy with her pretty looks. 

She smiled as her bright eyes shone with pride. “Am I beautiful, Mr. Richard?” 

Richard looked back at her with eyes so deep that there was no way to tell what emotions were hiding in them. 

“Get up,” he coldly commanded. 

Realizing how boring he was being, she moved to stand up. Just then, there was a sharp tug on her hair. 

in pain, instinctively moving her head closer to where the stuck tendrils of her hair were. Without thinking, she moved to fiddle with the object that her hair was stuck on

move,” he rasped out. Still, he was too late. Angela had touched something she

she had been zapped. Her blush extended up to her

He was… 

tightly knitted together, he moved to untangle

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that moment someone pushed open the door. Four pairs of eyes were immediately greeted with the shocking sight of the two in a

themselves for

Angela so close? They were

back later, sir. Please, continue.” Will said, pushing the other three out of the room before

more seconds looking at the couple. It was rare for them to see Richard acting all friendly with a girl. How they wished they

the four men

thought though. His broad hands were gently untangling her hair from his belt. As the strands were wrapped tightly around

yet?”

were unraveling her hair, one strand at a time.

her palms from the embarrassment. How could she look the others in the

was free. As soon as she could move, she shot to her feet. Her hair

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