Chapter 34
"Yello papa," Angelina greeted in an overtone, waving at her grinning father through the screen; she missed her father; it had been so long since she talked to him, even though it was only a few days ago.
"Denike mi, ọmọ ọba," her father smiled happily, his dimples showing. He missed his daughter.
"How are you, my jewel?" her father asked softly, seeing the happiness in her eyes.
"I'm fine, papa, so happy," she responded eagerly, grinning cheekily, "and you too, old man?" she smirked slyly, knowing her father didn't like to be called an old man. He looked in his late thirties, whereas he was over forty years old—a stud man.
"Ouch, My poor heart," her father chirped dramatically, putting his hand over his chest. "You wounded me, pearl," he said in a faked-pain voice while sh
