Chapter 198 – Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel

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At that moment, he suddenly recognized that one of them was not a blank piece of paper that happened to billow in front of him, so he extended his arm to catch it. Meanwhile, she bent over to pick up the papers, desperately looking for the one that she didn’t want Elliot to see, but when she looked up once again, the paper she had been searching for was already in Elliot’s hand.

“No, you can’t see it! Give it back to me!” Anastasia charged at the man to snatch the paper away, but Elliot had raised his hand up high with the drawing in it to keep the paper out of her reach. Although he hadn’t been able to see what she drew, the lady’s desperation only made him even more curious to find out who she had just drawn.

In the meantime, Anastasia made a few futile attempts by jumping to reach her drawing, but to no avail. Soon, when Elliot looked up and set his eyes on the portrait, he finally understood why she wanted to snatch the paper from him because the person she was secretly drawing was—him.

Then, he passed the paper back to her. “You can have it back.”

“Don’t read too much into it. I-I was just being bored.” Anastasia held the draft paper in her hand, her cheeks blushing bashfully.

The man curled his lips upward happily. “Yeah, I’m aware of that. You think about me when you get bored.”

“No, that’s not true. I was just… practicing my drawing skills, and since you are handsome, your face makes a perfect choice for portraying. That’s how simple it is.” Anastasia was tongue-tied and stuttered as she spoke.

“Are you saying I look handsome to you?” Elliot folded his arms and leaned closer to the lady with his face to flaunt his good looks to her.

In the meantime, Anastasia agreed with the man because his handsome looks were not a secret at all.

“Nigel is handsome too, but why didn’t you draw him?” he asked with a smile, trying to make her admit he was important to her.

Since she was unable to talk her way out, she decided to admit it and said, “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I like drawing you. If you like it so much, you can have it.”

“I like it a lot, so I guess I’m going to keep it then! In fact, I’m going to hang it on the wall in my room.” Elliot finished his words and took the paper from her hands. “I’m going to keep it nicely as a token of appreciation for your… good faith.”

Anastasia was rendered speechless upon hearing his request. After all, she was annoyed by the man’s narcissism, even though she had already made it clear that she only drew him out of a whim.

“I’m going to check on Jared now.” Feeling too embarrassed to stay with Elliot, Anastasia quickly pushed the door open and walked away. However, what she didn’t know was that the man’s eyes were still glued to the portrait at her desk for what seemed like an eternity with a pair of tender eyes on his face.

Since the next day was Saturday, Anastasia finished her dinner and supervised her son, who was doing his homework. At the same time, she couldn’t help but wonder where she could rent her nightgown for the event tomorrow because most of her attire was casual and formal wear, which was why she didn’t seem to have anything suitable to wear for the occasion. Also, she didn’t ask her father whether Naomi would be attending that event with her daughter because she reckoned that was Francis’ business.

Later that night, Elliot took over Anastasia’s job and put Jared to sleep on her behalf by playing Rubik’s Cube with him to tire him out. On the other hand, Anastasia was in her room, reading the text messages on her phone to kill time until she went to bed.

Despite the vast range of short videos that were available to watch on the internet, she couldn’t help but feel empty on the inside. After all, she was occupied by her work and accompanied by her son during the day, but when the sun went down, she began to feel lonely.

Anastasia turned off her phone and let her mind wander, eventually returning to that man. She felt the men in the video earlier, who were showing off their bodies, lacked something, despite the fact that they added a lot of filters and effects to the video. Elliot is far superior.

Oh! Why did I think about him again? She closed her eyes, wanting to get the thought of him out of her head.

Their relationship was a mess to her. They kissed and moved in together, but they were just friends. Everything he said and did, including how close he got to her, felt surreal.

She lacked the courage to either push him away or get closer to him, fearing that everything he did was simply to repay her debt or to satisfy his sudden romantic interest in her. And there was one thing she had to face—he had slept with Hayley.

She sat down, frustrated, and began imagining images that caused her insomnia. As a result, she opened her door and went downstairs to get some drinks. Standing in front of the fridge downstairs, she stared at the items within, which were full of various types of drinks. Then, she took a can of beer from it.

Immediately, she opened the lid and began drinking, as if she was trying to suppress her frustration with alcohol. While drinking, she walked upstairs. This was her first time consuming so much beer. All she wanted was to sleep and get rid of all her jumbled thoughts.

Even though the beer was bitter, she felt better after half a can. But she had no idea that there was a figure in the dark behind the railings of the second-floor corridor. The image of her drinking had been entrenched in the back of his head. When she realized the beer was almost finished, she burped and went to the second-floor living room, where she threw the can into the trash can.

She thought she had perfectly kept her drinking under wraps, only to be shocked the moment she turned around. “W-Why are you here without making a sound? You are aware that people can be scared to death, correct?” She squinted grudgingly at the man approaching her with his arms crossed in front of him.

“You were drinking?” he asked.

She assumed he had just arrived and thus immediately denied it, saying, “No! I would never drink alcohol.”

“Is that so?” He approached her with a skeptical look on his face.

She immediately took a few steps back in response, for she knew she stank of alcohol now, and he’d definitely smell it if he got too close.

He, on the other hand, did not expose her lie but merely sat lazily on the sofa. Looking at her, he asked, “Is there anything troubling you? You can tell me.”

It was said that under the influence of alcohol, one became more courageous, and Anastasia certainly felt braver now. He had previously rejected any mention of his relationship with Hayley, but now, she had the urge to probe further on it.

“Really? Regardless of what I asked, you’ll answer me seriously?” With her brows raised, she sat opposite him.

His eyes flashed with a tinge of shock when he heard that. She couldn’t sleep because of me?

Generously, he nodded. “Fire away.”

With that, she stared into his eyes and said straightforwardly, “Let’s talk about your relationship with Hayley!”

Her words immediately tensed him up. “Why are we talking about this?” he asked, his gaze indicating reluctance.

“I’m just curious how she slept with you,” she inquired, acting as if she were a bystander.

“Someone tricked me into it. It happened when I wasn’t conscious.” He furrowed his brows and said each and every word cautiously.

“Where did that happen? In a hotel?”

“The club,” he answered.

That didn’t surprise her. These locations were, after all, ideal for such a ridiculous incident.

“So, you’ve been trying to make amends to her for the past five years?” she continued.

“No. I merely found her this year.” These were his truthful words.

But such words stunned her. “How did you find her?”

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