My Baby's Daddy

Zacharias sighed softly, his actions not entirely clear in purpose, but he proceeded nevertheless. He intended to make Cole understand that he was actively pursuing Shirley. If Cole were willing to withdraw from this competition, it would be best for him.

She returned to her room and checked her phone, only to be met with disappointment when she found no message from Cole inquiring about the morning’s events. This left her wondering if there had been a misunderstanding.

However, only Cole was privy to the truth of the matter. At noon, the housekeeper prepared lunch, though Shirley’s lack of appetite kept her from descending to partake. Nonetheless, the servant was diligent and delivered a meal to her room. Gratefully, she accepted the tray and expressed her thanks.

“Don’t mention it. This was an order from Mr. Flintstone himself.” Shirley was speechless. Dining on the second floor, she pondered the purpose of her current role. It seemed less like being a bodyguard and more like a companion to Zacharias, who spent his time idly at home.

In the afternoon, she went to the underground level, where the man had a training room for boxing. Today, she turned the punching bag into an image of Zacharias, unleashing her pent-up frustration with fast and precise punches and kicks.

After an intense series of strikes, she heard applause from the side and immediately turned into a defensive stance. Zacharias was standing there, watching her. Shirley, who was drenched in sweat, lowered her guard, removed her gloves, and walked out.

bag as if it were me,” he said

replied, not denying her intentions. She had indeed wanted to take her frustration out

a rematch. She felt a sense of relief after her release, realizing that harboring anger toward him was ultimately fruitless. She simply needed to endure for another three months, at which point she would regain her freedom. She could then choose to

I will strive to fulfill my professional responsibilities,” Shirley said calmly, adopting a more

drained, she passed by him, heading for a

a flawless figure under the dim lighting. However, her heart was already spoken

Shirley couldn’t help but wonder what sort of person she might become. Would she be labeled as fickle, shifting affections so readily? Such a thought troubled her deeply, and she realized that she wouldn’t even like herself if she allowed her heart to waver and her attention to be divided.

feelings for is Cole. I cannot entertain

realm of love, favoritism was elusive. Love didn’t play favorites, and even the strongest individuals had to endure the