Chapter 229 – Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel

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A hint of displeasure flashed across the bottom of his eyes. Since when has she become so close to Alex?

Another message then came again. ‘Tell me your address. I will be your chauffeur!”

Elliot’s face was stiff as he stared at the screen of the phone and he eventually put the phone face-down on the table.

Aliona, who was sitting beside him, noticed how the man’s handsome face had turned cold in an instant.

There was no way he would allow another man to take advantage of Anastasia after she had drank so much.

Even if she needed someone to send her back, Elliot was the only one allowed to do so.

“What is wrong, Elliot?” Aliona asked as she pretended to care.

Yet, he only replied casually, “Nothing”.

Felicia kept Anastasia company in the quiet private room where Anastasia started to feel tipsy as the alcohol slowly took effect in her body.

“I feel so dizzy, Felicia.” She raised her blurry gaze and pleaded in barely coherent words, “Can you take me home, please?”

“Sure! Let’s go! I don’t want to stay here any longer, anyway.”

As Anastasia didn’t feel like returning to the table after they exited the private room, Felicia had her wait by the exit while she went back to inform the rest of them. She also went to take Anastasia’s bag.

After Felicia went back to the table, she loudly announced, “Anastasia is drunk. I will be sending her home. Enjoy the rest of your evening, everyone.” She then turned to Elliot. “President Presgrave, we will be leaving now.”

Instead of answering her, he looked to Anastasia’s seat with squinted eyes, only to see that the beer bottles in front of her were all empty. Darn it, he quietly cursed. She drank 2 whole bottles without me realizing?

She felt like she was on clouds as she stood by the elevator and it was difficult for her to even stand. Felicia had to hold Anastasia to make sure she didn’t fall as they waited for the elevator to arrive.

Back at the dining table, Elliot suddenly stood up by pushing his chair back. He was holding both his car keys and Anastasia’s phone in his big palms as he announced, “Enjoy the meal. I am leaving.”

Aliona’s eyes widened at his sudden action, and she tried to call out to him, “Elli—”

He was already out of the restaurant and near the elevator then. Seeing the diminishing number on top of the elevator, he panicked as the expression overtook his stoicism and he rushed down the staircase beside the elevator.

The atmosphere at the dining table immediately changed after that. Everyone was casting knowing glances at Aliona, whose face had visibly fallen.

They all knew who exactly Elliot had rushed for.

Anastasia might be the final victor after all.

Aliona was the only one who knew that he didn’t have the slightest bit of interest in her despite the crazed rumors that had been going around these 2 days.

She had been overly confident. However, she couldn’t understand why Elliot hadn’t done anything to control the rumors if he still cared about Anastasia. It was at that moment when a thought dawned on her. Is he not doing anything to get Anastasia jealous?

Aliona’s face instantly paled when she figured it out—she had been playing herself all along.

Felicia was using all her might to carry the wasted Anastasia across the dimly lit car park. A man’s deep voice soon rang out from behind. “Please bring her to my car, Director Evans.”

She turned her head to the sound of the voice and she saw Elliot walking toward them with his car key in his hand. He then unlocked the doors of his sedan before he opened the door to his car’s backseat.

Anastasia was drifting between dream and reality when a strong arm carried her into the wide backseat of his car.

A concerned Felicia caringly reminded, “President Presgrave, please take care of Miss Tillman.”

“Leave her to me,” Elliot replied in a low voice. Then, he opened the door to the driver’s seat and got in.

Felicia couldn’t help but rejoice as she looked at him driving off with Anastasia in his car. She already knew that he was the reason why Anastasia drank to the point where she was drunk.

A barely conscious Anastasia sat up in what she thought was Felicia’s car. She held her forehead in her hand to suppress the excruciating headache as she said in the direction of the driver’s seat. “Felicia, take me to any nearby hotel. I don’t want to go home.”

She didn’t want her father and son to see her in such a terrible mood and if they did, she would be grateful to just not scare them with this side of her.

A voice answered from the driver’s seat, “Is anyone taking care of your son?”

“My dad is home,” she obediently answered.

Getting even dizzier as the car moved, she quickly slumped on the seat again.

As Elliot waited for the traffic light to turn green, he grabbed her phone with his long fingers and sent Francis a message in her name that she would be spending the night with a friend.

Francis’ prompt reply that she didn’t have to worry about her son came shortly after Elliot sent the message.

Anastasia might not have been in her right mind, but she was still capable of thinking and emotions. She started to mumble in her drunken state toward the driver, “Felicia, let me tell you a secret. Elliot is an *sshole! He is a bad, bad man…”

Elliot froze for a second as he was shocked that she was scolding him behind his back, but he soon tilted his head toward her and asked, “So, do you like him? Or do you hate him?”

“I hate him.” Her voice sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

He was entertained by how drunk she behaved and he tried probing again, “You are telling me that you hate him even though you are drunk because of him?”

“I didn’t drink because of him… I would be an idiot for liking him…” she mumbled and grumbled in her drunken daze.

Then, she sputtered again, “I hate him… He can like whoever the hell he wants to. It has nothing to do with me.”

Anastasia didn’t seem to have any idea what she was saying and she definitely had no clue where she was. The car was only filled with sounds that sounded like ‘b*stard’, ‘trash’ and ‘I don’t ever want to see him’ before there was silence.

She seemed to have fallen asleep by then.

Elliot was somewhat heartbroken. I must have really hurt her this time, he thought.

As they came to another red light stop, he turned to look at the sprawled out figure in his backseat before he sighed. “I am sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have punished you with something so stupid.”

He drove them to a hotel owned by the Mansons, and as soon as he carried the drunk woman into the hotel lobby in his arms, the manager of the hotel immediately gave them access to the presidential suite.

Elliot gently placed Anastasia on the soft bed before he reached out to brush away a few strands of hair on her forehead. Then, he pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Sleep well. I will explain everything when you wake up.”

Right as he placed the covers on her, her glassy eyes shot open to look at him.

She thought she was having a dream about Elliot again. Her head had been so occupied with him these 2 days that she thought what she was seeing was yet another dream she had been having.

“Go away… Go away… I don’t want you in my dreams anymore.” After saying that, she reached out to slap herself on her forehead a few times. It was as though she could make him disappear from her eyes by doing this.

Elliot couldn’t help but be startled when she suddenly started slapping herself and he quickly pulled her into his chest to stop her flailing hands.

“What are you hitting yourself for?” he asked.

Her beauty was breath-taking as she was weak against his chest. With dishevelled black locks, the corners of her eyes and the fair skin on her face had been tinted with a pinkish hue due to the alcohol. His mind was giving him ideas as his gaze followed along the tip of her nose to her red lips, and to her beautiful collarbone.

Tonight of all nights, however, was when he couldn’t lay his hands on her.

The fiery-tempered woman would probably snap his neck first thing the next morning if he were to touch her without her permission again.

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