My Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 908

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Chapter 908

As Richard sipped on his coffee and realized that his other subordinates had it too, he suddenly felt that the cup of

coffee in his hand wasn‘t nice anymore.

Angela‘s coffee–making skills were excellent. Now, this mellow coffee wasn‘t limited to his tastebuds anymore.

As Angela was busy cleaning her room, Trevor handed her an iPad, telling her she could pass the time by

downloading as many movies as she wanted.

This made her think that he was really considerate; although he looked unbothered, he was actually very

thoughtful.

“Thank you, Trevor.”

“No problem. Just make us some coffee whenever you‘re free.”

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“Okay. As long as I‘m here, I‘ll make all of you coffee every morning,” Angela said with a smile.

With movies to pass the time, she did not have to go into Richard‘s room to borrow books. This also allowed her to

avoid bumping into him. With that thought in mind, she decided to catch up on a drama.

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She indulged herself in a love story the whole morning, watching the beautiful love unfold between the characters

and their happy ending. For some reason, she felt a little discomfort in her heart.

Love that felt good was only in movies. Even if the hero and heroine suffered all kinds of torture, pain, and

separation, they would always have a happy ending. They would walk away into the sunset and live happily ever

after.

She hugged her arms and buried her head as she thought of this. In reality, the relationship between men and

women had no set script. People who weren‘t meant to be would never be together.

After that, she decided to stop watching romance movies, fearing it might accidentally hurt her aching heart again.

In the evening, Angela decided to take a bath. As the public bathhouses were mostly for men, it wasn‘t very

convenient for her to do so there. So, she had no choice but to head toward Richard‘s room.

When she went to pick out her pajamas, she realized that all but one silk pajama had been sent for washing. It was

a long dress she had not worn because of its inconvenience.

But tonight, she had no choice but to wear that.

In fact, this nightgown was made of lace. Although it was just a long dress, it had the design of pajamas. Angela

decided that she was just going to wear it.

Then, she knocked on Richard‘s door with her clothes in her arms.

“Come in,” a male voice called out from inside.

Angela pushed the door in and saw him sitting on the sofa, reading, with a book in his hand. He was obviously done

with his work and was relaxing.

“I want to take a bath. Am I bothering you?” She looked at him with bright eyes.

“No.” He raised his head to reply to her but soon lowered it to continue his reading.

At this moment, she felt their interactions weren‘t as casual as before. Instead, it felt a little awkward and

restrained. Despite that, she brushed it aside, closed the door, and walked to his bathroom

Soon, the sound of water followed and disrupted Richard, who was reading outside.

He closed his book directly as his long fingers reflexively caressed his lips. His eyes were unfocused as he was lost

in thought.

More than 10 minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Angela stepped out in her silk pajamas. Her long wet

hair hung around her ears loosely, and her little face was a little pink. This whole scene looked a little amorous.

When Richard turned his head to look at her, his pupils shrunk. Was this woman going to wear this?

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She didn‘t know what he thought as she held a basin with her dirty clothes in her hands, then she glanced at the

man on the sofa and announced, “I‘ll get going now.”

“Wait.” The man stopped her in a low voice.

This made her pause in her steps as she turned to look at him. “What‘s wrong?”

“Don‘t you have anything else to wear?” He questioned in a slightly angry tone.

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Angela looked down at her pajamas and asked, “Is there something wrong with my pajamas?”

There was nothing wrong with it. It was just that this pajama provoked a specific sort of imagination.

The drapey fabric showed her graceful figure, and there was lace embroidery on the front of the dress, all colored

in burgundy. Although the hem of the dress was up to her knees, the nightgown was held together by a belt, which

would make people wonder what was under it.

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