Chapter 178 – Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel

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Anastasia was left speechless following Elliot’s outburst. Where is all this jealousy coming from? I’m not his girlfriend, and nothing is going on between us, so why is he getting jealous of Oliver out of the blue? Is there even a point to this?

The lights brought out the defiant edge to her delicate features as she raised a brow at the man in front of her and pointed out sardonically, “Elliot, I think you have yet to reconcile with the fact that I can like or fall for someone without having to get your permission. What right do you have to butt into my personal life?”

However, little did she know that every one of her gestures and expressions only drew Elliot in deeper. Even the way she behaved like an agitated kitten was stroking and stirring his wildest desires.

A devious smirk curled on his lips as he drawled ominously, “True, you can choose to love whoever you want, but I can promise you that person will end up in the most unfortunate of situations. In the end, I’ll make sure all the men who think they have a chance with you become so miserable that they’d wish they were dead.”

Anastasia had never met anyone so unbelievably unreasonable. Just as she was about to retort, Elliot closed the distance between them and backed her up against the wall. He then said, “Let me tell you something, Anastasia—a man’s body language says a lot about what he feels for a woman.”

The next second, she was made acutely aware of just how dangerous and domineering he was. It wasn’t just the insidious gaze in his eyes that sent chills running down her spine, but also the way he moved so lithely and cornered her like she was helpless prey.

She could even feel the heat coming off him through the fabric of their clothes.

It was as if her mind had imploded at that moment, and blood subsequently rushed to her face. Elliot had discarded his gentlemanly and civilized front, revealing the starved and ferocious beast within him. He wanted her to know with every fiber of her being that he was not as tame as he seemed; he was just as tempestuous as anyone else, and he was not one to be messed with.

The 28 calls he had made to her tonight were the last of the walls that kept his rage at bay.

Anastasia was about to push him away when his lips crashed down on hers, demanding and punishing as ever.

Her skin prickled as something warm and electrifying coursed through her, but just as she was about to lose herself in the kiss, the man pulled away from her and walked out the door, leaving her startled and slumped against the wall.

Anastasia left the room after regaining her composure, only to see Elliot sitting at the dining table enjoying the spaghetti she made, and he even served a small portion of it to Jared. The both of them looked like a jolly pair as they sat across from one another and slurped on the noodles hungrily.

Anastasia had a hard time believing that this man, who looked like a warm and affable house-husband type, had pinned her against the wall like a roguish brute moments ago. He’s just a jerk with a pedigree, that’s what, she thought grimly.

She was starting to hate herself for allowing Elliot to make her feel all those things back in the room. Perhaps she really was a pushover.

Elliot brought Jared out for an evening stroll after dinner. Though it was getting late, Anastasia knew that her child would be safe with him. Presently, she sat on the couch and let her mind wander, but she chewed on her lower lip when she realized that she was thinking about that kiss earlier.

The kiss had been a demanding and unforgiving one. Elliot was in every way despicable, but for some reason that Anastasia couldn’t quite fathom, she was swept up in the sweet and overpowering current of his kiss. She distinctly remembered feeling like there was a hollow part of her that was finally being filled up, and she was disappointed when he pulled away abruptly in the end.

What in the world is going on? I’m not falling for him, am I?

She wanted to slap herself in the face. No, I can’t fall for him. He’s Hayley’s man!

As much as she wished to take revenge on Hayley for putting her through the horrific ordeal years ago, and even though Elliot presented himself as the perfect pawn for revenge, Anastasia had no intention of stooping so low. She didn’t want to mess up the life that she had carved out for herself despite all the adversity, after all.

She might have considered revenge if she didn’t have Jared, taking any crazy idea and running with it. Alas, she did have a son to care for, and her motherly duties tethered her to reason. She refused to do anything that could potentially hurt Jared in the end.

More importantly, she could still hear Hayley’s threat echoing in her ears. The male escort who had found her not too long ago could have shown up out of the blue courtesy of Hayley’s doing. This could only mean that Hayley and the escort had been in contact all this while.

If that jerk were to appear in front of Jared one day, Anastasia shuddered to think how the little boy would react to having an unfamiliar and hostile sc*mbag for a father. What if that man decides to take my son away from me?

She began to drown in paranoia, and she was truly worried and terrified that one day, that scumbag of a man would show up and wreck her life again.

However, Hayley had only warned Anastasia to stay away from Elliot.

Anastasia was more than happy to oblige, but Elliot simply wouldn’t leave her alone. As things were, she was at her wits’ end trying to shake him off.

Initially, she thought it was a brilliant plan to have a fling with another man so that Elliot would see that she was taken and back off, but having heard his very ominous warning just now, she was starting to have second thoughts. If Elliot made good on his threats and decided to go berserk, the men whom she had taken advantage of for the sake of a tactical fling would become sacrificial lambs.

At that moment, her phone chimed with a new message. She picked it up and saw that it was a text from Alex which read, ‘Miss Tillman, will you be dropping by the company to see how things are anytime soon?’

It was only upon reading this that she remembered she had promised Francis to drop by the company and check things out. A while had passed since then, yet she still had not gotten around to it.

‘How about this Saturday? I’ll try to clear my schedule.’

‘Friday might be better; we don’t work on Saturdays.’

‘Oh, right. Well, Friday it is. I’ll see you at my dad’s company,’ she replied.

‘Very well, Miss Tillman. I’ll see you then.’

After the conversation ended, Anastasia suddenly recalled the matter of Francis’ company getting acquired. She wondered how that was going. If Dad hasn’t said anything about it, does it mean that the acquisition won’t be happening?

She was still deep in thought when she heard the sound of keys turning outside the door. Jared had returned from his evening stroll, and his little face was flushed and glistening with sweat following the exercise.

“Time to shower up and go to bed,” Anastasia said. It was already 9.40PM, and it was a school day tomorrow. She stood up from the couch and added stoically, “President Presgrave, you ought to be getting home now that it’s so late at night.”

Elliot was drinking when he heard this and choked. As he coughed, he turned to look at the cold and unfeeling woman that he was so in love with.

Meanwhile, Anastasia didn’t think he would actually choke on water. She hurried up to him and asked out of concern, “Are you alright?”

He was exasperated. The woman had mood swings that were as unpredictable as the June weather. She had been fine moments ago when he and Jared left for their evening stroll, but now, she was treating him like he was wholly unwelcome in her home. He thought his anger was perfectly justified.

“Go and give Jared a bath while I catch my breath here,” he said in clipped tones as he walked away with the drinking glass in hand. Then, he sat down on the couch and took another graceful sip of water.

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