My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 112

The car was silent for a short while after Anastasia finished her sentence. “I know.” A deep, attractive voice sounded after a while.

Anastasia’s eyes widened with shock before she looked at the reflection in the rearview mirror to meet the man’s gaze. She felt like she was looking into a deep well. “Why are you here, Elliot?” she cried.

The man let out a scoff. Did she think I was just some driver? Anastasia felt her head spinning. Why did Felicia send me to Elliot’s car?

“What are you doing here? Why did you pick me up?” Anastasia asked in a rather slurred and tipsy voice.

you going to care for Jared when you’re in this

home with him now,” she replied in a lazy voice from the backseat. The man stared at her through the rearview mirror. He could see her sexy figure under the dim light. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, making her appear more seductive than ever. The air in

Anastasia lay down on the back seat as she felt tiredness taking over her. She fell asleep soon after that. Elliot turned to gaze at her as she slept, and his gaze remained still for a moment before he stopped the car by the side of the road. If her son sees her like this, he’s going to

her phone with her fingerprint. Then, he searched for Francis’ number before sending him a text. ‘Dad, I’m drunk tonight. Can you take care of Jared for tonight? I’ll be

get some rest if you’re drunk. Don’t worry about

he couldn’t allow young Jared to have a memory of his drunk mother at such an age. Anastasia didn’t know anything about the man’s plans, but she continued sleeping as the black car sped past the city center before arriving at one of the most expensive villas

even if thunder struck the top of her head. Once the man parked the car, he lifted her bridal style and brought her to his bedroom without her being aware

to settle in a comfortable position before continuing to sleep. She was dressed in a white shirt and a black pencil skirt that revealed her slim thighs. She wasn’t aware of it, but the posture in which she slept was extremely

above a gray couch. Elliot, who had just finished showering, sat on the couch in a lazy posture. He had pulled on a