My Baby's Daddy

Imogen watched as Shirley drove toward Flintstone Residence, her eyes burning with discontent. Then, she recalled that she had taught Jesslyn a lesson and wondered whether Jesslyn reasoned with Shirley. I wonder how Zacharias will handle the situation.

Except when she had a duty, she was usually forbidden to approach the Flintstone Residence. On the other hand, Shirley could come and go from there like it was her home.

This is probably the difference status brings! Imogen thought bitterly. The more terrible her family background was, the more she wanted to change her fate through her own efforts. Because my parents can’t help me with anything, I’ll have to rely on myself. Her eyes were intense with a conniving glow. For the sake of my future, I’ll do whatever it takes to get higher in life.

Shirley rushed all the way back to Flintstone Residence, worried that she would miss Zacharias’ birthday celebration. However, when she arrived, she discovered that Zacharias’ family was not there.

Warm lighting filled up the entire place, which was peacefully quiet. Holding the cake in her hands, she entered the hall. Besides the servants getting busy in the kitchen, there were no signs of guests anywhere.

Frowning, she wondered, Didn’t he send me to get the cake because he’s going to celebrate his birthday with his family tonight?

After she set aside the cake, she placed the present on the table as well and headed upstairs. Just as downstairs, it was also quiet upstairs. Then, she proceeded to the study on the third floor. The door was ajar, and she knocked before entering, only to find that the man on the couch was reading a document.

under the lighting, he

I’ve brought the cake back.” “Got it,” Zacharias replied, taking off the glasses with his slender fingers and placing them

seemed as though these adjectives were accurate to

he said, standing up. “I’m

but asked in curiosity, “Is your family coming over

him with pity in her eyes because she couldn’t believe that he was going to spend his birthday without a celebration. Given his identity, his friends and family should come in throngs to celebrate his birthday

to the gym,” he added, carrying a

gym was on the other side of the second floor. It had 180-degree panoramic glass windows

his perfectly pressed shirt, and Shirley looked the other way when he removed his shirt, but he twirled around and stared at her with a smirk. Under the orange lights, his gorgeous, deep-set features appeared a little blurry, and when their eyes met, she couldn’t

injuries, he skipped strength training and only