Her Precious Baby

Chapter 95

After breaking away from them, Floretta looked around with eyes full of curiosity.

When they came to the classroom, the teacher knocked on the door and sent Floretta in. She left after exchanging words with the people inside.

They stood at the door for a while to observe Floretta, who was a little shy when she introduced herself in the beginning. However, the applause from her classmates gradually helped her to relax.

Seeing this, the teacher smiled in satisfaction.

“Mr. Golding, Floretta is very adaptable. I’m sure she will be able to get along well with her classmates soon.”

“Yeah.”

Evander nodded and stared at Floretta, still worried.

At that moment, Floretta suddenly looked over, blinked, and flashed them a bright smile.

Obviously, she loved the vibe of the kindergarten.

Angeline hurriedly waved her hand at the girl before pumping her fist to encourage the latter.

Floretta imitated the classmate next to her and took a book and a pencil case from her school bag. With her hands behind her back, she started reading the content aloud.

Seeing that Floretta was gradually brightening up, Angeline smiled faintly and could not help but look at Evander.

He still wore the same cold expression on his face, but there was an unconcealed look of concern and fondness in his eyes.

It tugged at Angeline’s heartstrings, so she said with a much gentler tone, “Mr. Golding, children’s immunity is not that weak, so you don’t have to worry. Just let Floretta adapt to it first and observe how she’s doing.”

As she spoke, Evander looked away with an indiscernible emotion in his eyes.

Immediately afterward, he looked at the teacher and said in a deep voice, “I’ll leave Floretta in your care, then.”

“No problem, Mr. Golding. We’ll definitely keep Ms. Floretta safe.”

Seeing that Floretta was so enthusiastic about studying, Evander did not take her with him. He merely asked Francesca to come and pick her up in the evening.

When they walked out of the kindergarten, Olivine, who was still wearing the sun hat, was pacing back and forth uneasily under a big tree.

“Evander!”

Seeing them, Olivine was overjoyed. She hurried over and shoved past Angeline to hold Evander’s arm. “How’s Floretta handling things? Does she like it here?”

After being shoved away by Olivine, Angeline staggered backward and nearly fell. She glared at Olivine, feeling inexplicably annoyed.

Does she think I like being with Evander? I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for Floretta.

“Why are you still here?”

The pungent smell of Olivine’s perfume made Evander frown in dissatisfaction. He broke free from her grip and moved a little further away from her.

“I’ve been waiting for you. I came to keep you company at Old Mrs. Golding’s behest, so it’s not like I could have left first.”

Olivine pouted with grievance written all over her face.

She refused to believe that Evander would still embarrass her after she mentioned Valerie.

“You don’t need to do this in the future,” said Evander in a solemn voice, his tone distant.

Clenching her fists, Olivine suppressed the displeasure in her heart and said in a gentle voice, “Let’s go home, Evander.”

“Okay,” replied Evander. Turning around to glance at Angeline, he added with a much softer voice, “Come on in. I’ll send you home.”

Angeline looked at the middle of the road and said in a cold tone, “No need for that. I’ve asked my driver to come over. Thanks for the offer, Mr. Golding.”

The sudden change in Angeline’s attitude caused Evander to purse his lips in puzzlement.

After a while, Angeline’s driver drove the car over. She got in the vehicle and left without even saying goodbye.

Seeing this, Evander knitted his brows in displeasure.

What’s wrong with Angeline? Her attitude changes so quickly!”

Floretta, who got to attend kindergarten as she wished, found her mood getting better every day. She also learned to draw, and her first drawing in school was for Angeline.

That day, Angeline finished work late and was exhausted when she returned to her hotel room. She slumped on the sofa and checked her WhatsApp on her phone.

At seven o’clock, Floretta had texted her an abstract drawing, which showed two adults walking around a park holding a child’s hand. It was a heartwarming drawing.

Floretta even thoughtfully sent her a voice message that captioned her drawing. “Angel, this is Daddy, you, and me. Our family of three will always be together happily.”

After listening to it, Angeline almost spat out the water she had just drunk.

How did we become a family of three?

Angeline shuddered as she involuntarily thought of the scene of taking Floretta to the kindergarten with Evander.

I don’t want to form a family with Evander. Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine!

With that thought in mind, Angeline quickly texted: Floretta, you don’t know what you’re talking about. If your daddy finds out, he’ll spank you.

After sending the message, she threw her phone on the couch and headed to the bathroom to take a bath.

Floretta, who had had fun for an entire day in the kindergarten, had already fallen asleep with her doll in her arms. Evander tucked her in and turned off the desk lamp. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Before he was about to leave her room, he saw the screen of her phone that was on the bedside table light up.

When he saw Angeline’s text, his face turned gloomy in an instant. Do I look that fierce? What drawing is it that caused such a reaction from her?

Evander unlocked Floretta’s phone. When he saw her drawing, he was instantly bereft of speech.

Immediately afterward, he deleted Angeline’s reply and caressed Floretta’s cheeks. The warm yellow light illuminated his profile, making him look gentler.

Floretta really liked Angeline so much that she genuinely regarded the latter as her mother.

Maybe I should be more proactive.

When he came out from Floretta’s room, he closed the door gently and saw that Sylas was still downstairs and had not left.

He regained his grim expression, walked down the stairs, and sat on the couch in the living room.

“What is it?”

After pouring him a cup of coffee, Sylas handed him an invitation card gilded with gold trimming. “Mr. Golding, this is the invitation card for the banquet. It’s confirmed that the main cast of The Journey will walk down the red carpet. The production team asked me to ask if you want to attend.”

While sipping his cup of coffee, Evander glanced at the cover of the invitation card. It was the cartoon characters of Angeline and Jacob in traditional costumes. The sight left Evander displeased.

The Journey had taken the internet by storm. As long as one was popular, there would be no shortage of investors.

Those businessmen did everything in their power to attract the attention of the audience by making cartoonish versions of the cast and printing them on fans, bookmarks, and so on.

Angeline and Jacob were considered to be a perfect match by the netizens.

“Get a suit ready,” Evander instructed.

He then threw the invitation card aside in disgust, unable to understand what the audience was thinking.

Angeline and Jacob are quite a few years apart in age, so how can they be a perfect match?

What he was unaware of was the jealousy burning in him when he thought of the question.