My Baby's Daddy

The warmth of those little moments made Shirley’s heart beat uncontrollably for Cole. Despite the hardships of daily training, they would seem as sweet as eating sugar as long as she could catch a glimpse of him. She would rush to the field just to see him. Wasn’t love supposed to be like this?

Her heart was in chaos. In the end, she shook off everything that happened tonight. She firmly believed that she absolutely could not have any intimate behavior with Zacharias in the future for the sake of being with Cole.

This was out of respect for love and Cole. Zacharias must be lacking a woman around him, which led to such actions.

The sound of rain outside diminished. Shirley suddenly remembered something and immediately sat up before going to the door to lock it from the inside.

Zacharias was like an out-of-control wild beast who was ready to attack at any moment. She had to be on guard against him.

Zacharias lay on the bed in the master bedroom, thinking about the two consecutive kissing incidents. In the end, he concluded that he truly liked this girl.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have put so much effort into caring for her.

Although she had warned and rejected him twice, he was not in a hurry. He would slowly make her understand his feelings..

locking onto the prey he liked. He

no idea what had happened in the villa. In the early morning, Shirley got up and looked at the

that Zacharias would go to pay respects to his mother today. Should she go with him? She went to the independent bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face,

her long hair behind her head. She exuded a refreshing

door opening as well. The two people who stepped out

man during her internship. Even if she

and greeted him. Her expression was no longer nervous and flustered like last night; it was calm and

slight disappointment in his heart. This just showed that he

lead. She followed him downstairs. It was still early, so they had time for breakfast. He stood

lit the fireplace. The morning chill filled the wooden cabin. She wasn’t

was usually in an environment with constant

aroma wafted over; he was making scrambled eggs. Given the