My Baby's Daddy

Angela handed her teacup to the man across from her. “Could you pour me another cup of tea?”

Richard lifted the old teapot and poured her another cup of tea.

Angela held the teacup in both hands to warm her hands before tasting the tea in small mouthfuls.

Richard’s lips curved into a barely perceptible smile as he stared at her with great interest.

Angela was drinking her tea when she looked up and saw the smiling eyes of the man across from her. Feeling embarrassed for a few seconds, she quickly put down her teacup and started to survey the place.

The restaurant could be described as simple and crude, but it had quite an old time feel to it. When the dishes were

finally served, Angela found that she hadn’t eaten such fresh and tasty food in ages. She picked up a piece of garlic bread and started to gorge herself without her usual grace.

finding the sight of her eating amusing. He wasn’t that hungry, but being able to see her

wishing that the ground would open and swallow her up. All she had eaten was a chicken stir-fry, a green salad, and a bowl of mushroom soup that went very well with

stood up and left to pay

raining outside at this very moment. However, it was pitch-dark all around. As there weren’t any streetlamps here, many went around

was still evening when they came. At this moment, however, the night

to illuminate their way back, taking her hand naturally in his. She tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, but she

go of me, okay? I

smooth. It’s safer to

not necessary. My eyesight is

she hurriedly hid on the other side of the man and clutched his trench coat

here weren’t chained up or kept inside their homes; they could run out and bark at people anytime. When heard what she thought was the sound of the dog bolting toward her, she was so frightened that her legs turned to jelly. “It’s heading this

arm and took her into