Andrew went downstairs to open the door, and there stood a delivery person with a beautifully crafted cake box in hand. "Sir, the cake you ordered, please sign for it."
Of course, Andrew hadn't ordered a cake. He turned to look at Isabella. She tightly pursed her red lips, displaying a hint of awkwardness.
As Andrew signed the receipt, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Just as the cake was placed on the table, Amelia returned with Asher.
The baby, seeing the cake on the table, took short steps, stepped on a chair, and climbed directly onto the table. His chubby little hands smacked onto the cake.
The cake was pressed into a different shape, and the baby's hands were covered in cream.
"Oh, Asher." Amelia hurriedly picked up the baby from the table.
"Cake, want it!" The baby stared
