My Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 909
Richard reached out, picked up a camouflage coat from his sofa, walked over, handed it to Angela, and commanded, “Put it on and go back into your room.”
When she saw the coat, she realized he wanted her to go out conservatively, but she did not think
it was necessary.
“There’s no need for that, thank you.” She shook her head as she held onto the basin before turning to leave.
Just as she took two steps, her shoulders were grasped by him as he draped the oversized coat over her, forcibly covering her up.
This made her a little frustrated; this man was too overbearing!
“I said, it’s okay.” Nevertheless, Angela refused to accept his care, probably because she still had some resentment in her heart toward him.

Richard said it was impossible for her to be with him in this life, so why did he care about how she looked?
She was about to shake off the coat when a warning voice sounded above her head, “I dare you to try and take it off.”
She looked up in fright to see him staring at her expressionlessly as if he would punish her for going against him.
Then, Angela squinted her eyes, feeling a little angry. She took off the coat in front of him and threw it on the sofa before she said, “Captain Lloyd, what is the meaning of this? I won’t be your wife in the future, so why do you care what I look like and who sees me?” Then, she did not forget to add a domineering sentence, “I can wear whatever I like for whoever I like.”
No matter how calm Richard was, in the face of this provocative and alluring face, his calmness was now mixed with a sense of annoyance. This woman was probably the only one who could rile him up this easily.
Angela stared at his pair of dangerous black eyes and was inexplicably frightened. For the first time, he was looking at her with this severe and oppressive gaze. It seemed like she had really angered him.
“Whatever. I’ll stop teasing you now. I’m leaving.” She decided to take her leave before things took a turn for the worse.
Just as she was about to go out, he grabbed her wrist, and she was pulled into Richard’s embrace with the basin in between them. His face was sullen as he draped the coat over her again without saying a word. The coat was so enormous that it was up to her knees, wrapping her slender body so well that there was no trace of her pajama.
“Wear it,” he ordered succinctly.
Angela shot him a resentful look; this man was really domineering. She had already rejected his
offer, but the man clearly didn’t care about her opinions and made her wear the coat anyway,
In the end, she could only leave with his coat on.
Early the following morning, Angela changed out of her clothes and intended to return his jacket. When she knocked on the door, someone opened it, and that person was Richard. He was dressed in ordinary clothes, radiating the aura of an extravagant prince.
“Here, your coat.” She handed him his coat.