Chapter 424 – Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel

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She nodded, smiling as she said, “I did.”

“Daddy, I want a kiss too,” Jared demanded as he approached the loving couple with the kitten in his arms.

Elliot let go of Anastasia and bent to pick up the little guy, then kissed him on the cheek lovingly. “Did you have fun at school today, Jared?”

“You bet!” Jared replied with a firm nod.

The kitten looked decidedly unhappy when it saw that everyone else had received Elliot’s affection. “Meow!”

Having considered the feline to be part of the family, Elliot reached out to pat its soft, furry head and asked, “You’re not angling for a kiss too, are you?”

The kitten meowed once more as if to answer in the affirmative.

Amusement seized Elliot as he continued scratching the cat behind its ears to placate it. There was a serenity in the way the family of three and their cat hung out with each other under the evening sky. For a while, it was as if the world was at peace.

Meanwhile, Lorelai was on her way home when she called her mother and told her what happened with Anastasia. Upon hearing the details, Kendra said on the other line, “You did the right thing, Lorelai. That way, Anastasia won’t be suspicious of you or see you as a threat.”

Lorelai had deliberately dropped by Anastasia’s house during the late afternoon and left before dinner time just so the latter wouldn’t think she was trying to butt into her family affairs. The clever planning would help Lorelai make a good impression on Anastasia, who would then put her guard down.

Presently, there was an ambitious glimmer in Lorelai’s eyes as she said, “By the way. Mom, I’ve already sent in my resume to Presgrave Group.”

“That’s a little too soon, Lorelai. My father said not to rush the plan, remember? After all, Elliot is still in his honeymoon phase with Anastasia. You ought to wait until she’s got a second kid on the way before you make a move.”

“Mom, don’t worry, I’m only doing this to gauge Elliot’s feelings for me, that’s all,” Lorelai explained. It was like playing chess, and every move she made along the way was intentional with a purpose behind it.

“Very well, but make sure that you pace yourself and don’t muck up our plans!”

“I know, Mom. I’ll be careful,” Lorelai promised calmly.

It was 10.00 pm when Anastasia got out of the shower that night to get ready for bed, only to see the kitten clambering onto the couch, its claws digging into the fabric as it launched itself onto the padded cushion. It let out a soft mewl as though to insist it could make it on its own.

Anastasia sat down to the side and asked in amusement, “Shouldn’t you be with your darling little master instead of hanging out in our room?”

The kitten managed to get onto the couch, and as a reward, it staked out a corner and curled up in it, then dozed off.

Just then, the bedroom door opened and Elliot walked in dressed in his lounge suit. He had only just wrapped up an online conference with international affiliates, and there was an imperial, decisive, and deadly air about him that made him all the more attractive.

Anastasia loved it when he wore suits, and she couldn’t help the primal urges that seized her during moments like these. It was an almost feral instinct that made her want to leap over and help him shed the stoic-looking suit.

However, she had seen the hidden side of him, the side that lay on the other end of the spectrum from his aloof state.

As though reading her mind, Elliot kissed the top of her head and murmured as he undid the buttons of his suit, “Give me twenty minutes.”

She smiled and asked innocently, “And what will you do after twenty minutes?”

Bemused, he raised a brow and gave her a knowing look. “What do you think?”

“I’m afraid the idea will have to be put till a week later,” she confessed, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. off

He understood immediately. Flashing her a roguish grin, he teased, “Well, in that case, perhaps I should save up my energy till then.”

She pouted and gave him a somewhat distressed look, to which he responded with a laugh as he headed into the shower. When he was done, he came out of the bathroom and saw her curled up in bed. He slid under the covers while she was still reading and pulled her into his arms so that she could lean against him.

“Honey, I don’t want to be a housewife anymore,” Anastasia grumbled softly

Elliot stroked her hair tenderly and said, “You can do whatever you want.”

“I want to take charge of Bourgeois,” Anastasia said as she looked up at Elliot. Francis initially wanted her to continue managing Tillman Constructions, but she had no interest whatsoever in building materials, so he decided that he would hand the business over to Elliot after retirement.

“Alright, then. You’ll be the commander in-chief for Bourgeois from tomorrow onward,” Elliot said. He couldn’t care less about profit margins and operating costs as long as his wife could amuse herself. He would always be there as a safety net for her.

Warmth surged through Anastasia when she heard this, but before she could thank him, he added, “Go and do whatever you like. Don’t you worry about a thing. because I’m always going to be here to catch you when you fall, okay?”

In that quiet room, Elliot’s tender love and indulgence for Anastasia seemed audible in his words. He sounded firm and assuring, making her heart skip a beat. Upon hearing the solemn promise underlying his bold statement, she felt like she was in the safest harbor, protected by some great, universal force.

She could do whatever she liked, and if she messed things up, he would always be there to help her get through it. She did not need to worry about a thing, because he was the fort that would keep her shielded from the brutal consequences of failure.

That said, Anastasia knew taking over Bourgeois was not just a game she decided to play on a whim. Now that she had voiced out her desire to run it, she would have to make her words count and show him she was not just doing it out of fun.

She had a duty to be a better version of herself, because how else would she live up to the name of being Elliot’s wife?

Meanwhile, in Arthur’s villa, Sophia was having a hard time falling asleep after binge-watching several episodes of a new hit drama through the night. She got out of bed and padded out of her room to get a glass of water, hoping that sleep would come after that.

She opened the door softly. She was staying on the third floor while Arthur and Emily were resting on the second. While heading downstairs, she kept her footfalls as quiet as possible, so much so that she was practically tiptoeing.

Much like a wary kitten, she made her way to the first floor and hurried into the kitchen, following the low hum of the refrigerator. She thought a cold drink was suitable in light of the rising temperatures as they welcomed the beginning of summer.

Just then, a cold and crisp voice spoke up behind her. “What are you doing up in the middle of the night?”

Sophia gasped and turned around, but she did so too quickly and ended up bumping her head against the door of the freezer compartment. The loud thud resonated throughout the kitchen like an ominous drum beat.

“Could you not creep up on me like that? For heaven’s sake, you had me half scared to death” she snapped, rubbing. the sore spot on her head as she shot Arthur a resentful look.

Arthur came up to her. He was a head taller than her, and he was here to get a drink as well. The refrigerator light cast at warm glow on both of their silhouettes as they stood there facing each other.

At that moment, Sophia noticed the carton of milk on the top row of the refrigerator and reached up to grab it. However, her fingertips could barely brush it. She was just about to give up when a large hand easily grabbed it and handed it to her. As she took over the milk, she looked up at the man to thank him, only to be caught off guard.

He seemed to have slept before coming. downstairs. His ink-colored hair was currently tousled over his forehead, unlike during the day. He was peering into the fridge for something to drink as well, revealing his side profile, which was all sharp jawline and delicately-chiseled features.

He looked breathtaking.

Presently, Arthur sensed Sophia staring at him, and he looked down with narrowed eyes as he demanded. “What are you looking at?”

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