My Baby's Daddy

Zacharias didn’t go downstairs but instead went to the study on the second floor. He took a book that he hadn’t finished reading last time -a biography of a famous person. Usually, at this time, he could patiently read and learn about the governance philosophy of the historical figures in the book.

However, today was different. Although his gaze was fixed on the words in the book, his mind couldn’t focus. He sighed slightly before rubbing his temples with a sense of frustration. All of this was a consequence of the reaction just now.

Zacharias put the book back onto the shelf and stood up. Then, he headed downstairs to the garden to get some fresh air and relax.

Corinne was busy preparing dinner. This time, she meticulously crafted each dish with hopes of capturing Zacharias’ taste buds so that he would pay her more attention.

After more than an hour of preparation, the table was finally set at 6.30PM, which was the usual time Zacharias had dinner.

Upon seeing Zacharias going to the garden, Corinne tidied herself up and walked toward the garden. She took light steps toward him when she saw the man sitting in a chair in the garden with his eyes closed and seemingly lost in thought.

However, she didn’t dare to disturb him. Even though he had his eyes closed, he was emanating a dignified aura that couldn’t be ignored by one. His sitting posture was not ast upright as usual; it seemed somewhat lazy and relaxed.

a golden glow. His features were deep, with

made Corinne’s heart

and said to Corinne, ‘You can go back to rest. Imogen can handle the things

and jealousy after hearing this. Why did Zacharias always want Imogen alone by his side to

felt a strong sense of being chased away and hurriedly said, ‘Mr. Flintstone, I can also stay and serve you. This is my job.” Zacharias stared at her with a sharp gaze. “I

today, so let

“Having her here is enough; you can go back.” Upon sensing the displeasure in

phone. She couldn’t figure out why. Zacharias always wanted Imogen to stay

from the second floor. Upon seeing the delicately arranged dinner on the table, she thought to herself that Corinne’s cooking skills were indeed good. It was an aspect

the same time, Zacharias entered the hall from the yard, and Shirley immediately stood straight

suddenly said to her. She shook her head. “No. I’m your subordinate, so I can’t dine at the

was well aware of her position and status. “I need someone to accompany me for dinner,” Zacharias emphasized, then glanced at her. “This is