My Baby's Daddy

Making coffee was one of the many things Sophia did not know how to do. She usually got her coffee from a local barista or any other cafe. Right now, she tossed Arthur a pleading look, trying to get help.

When he saw the despair in her wide doe eyes, he repressed the urge to sigh in frustration. She can’t iron, and she can’t make coffee. Is there anything she knows how to do other than talk back to someone?

“We don’t have a proper coffee machine here,” he lied to Emily after glaring at Sophia. “I’ll send someone out to get one for you if you’d like.”

Emily was more than aggravated now. “Well, how about tea? Surely, she can bring me tea.” She was trying to gauge how important this so-called maid was to Arthur, and there was no hiding the fact that Emily hated Sophia’s guts. Hence, the former was currently thinking of ways to get rid of the latter and eradicate any good impression Sophia might have made on Arthur.

I have to make Artie hate her too. That way, if he decides to keep her, I can order her around as I like.

Emily knew she had to nip this in the bud before she ended up losing Arthur to some tramp maid.

At once, Sophia bustled off into the kitchen to make tea, which, thankfully, was something she knew how to do.

had made the tea and brought the tray over to the couch, but just as she was setting down the cups on the coffee table, Emily asked,

immediately unhappy when she noticed that Sophia was wearing a nice dress, not to mention, looking really good

slowly, “I’ve only started work a month

get one ready for you,” Emily declared with

interjected. “Honestly, I find uniforms to

choke on her tea. She began to wonder just who Sophia was to warrant such concern from Arthur, who was famed for

She had a feeling that her life here wasn’t going to be all rainbows and butterflies now that Emily had moved in. That woman’s a jealous one, she thought grimly. Still, she would not have to suffer like this

She wanted to cry out in exasperation. Of all the people she could have a score to settle with, it

that she was desperate to design the perfect jewelry for her friend’s engagement and that she was

plea for help and

through the front door and into the

“Mrs. Presgrave.”