My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 114

Did he not send me home? Did he bring me to his house instead? Anastasia immediately checked herself to make sure that her clothes were still on. It didn’t seem like it had been taken off, either. She hastily got off the bed to find that her shoes were gone, so she had no choice but to walk barefoot on the clean ground.

She glanced at the clock beside the bed to see that it was nearly 4.30AM. The skies were still dark outside. Did this man just get me to sleep in his house? What about my son? Is my dad at home with Jared? Anastasia quietly walked down the stairs. There were wall lights that surrounded the whole villa, so it made her feel like she was a lost princess that was walking around in a grand, luxurious castle.

Finally, she found her bag on the couch downstairs. She immediately checked her phone to see the text that she had sent her father and her father’s reply. Phew. At least Elliot knew to tell my dad to take care of Jared. Anastasia fixed her messy hair as she thought, I have no choice but to stay here since it’s now the middle of the night. Hmm… The room I was in earlier seemed like the master bedroom. Then where did Elliot sleep?

She figured that she would tour his house since he was asleep. When she went up to the second floor, she suddenly realized that there was a room with its lights turned on. She wanted to ask him why he brought her home, so she quietly turned the doorknob to push the door open. She found herself in a study room, where a man was sleeping on the couch with his head resting on his arm.

couch? On top of that… He’s just wearing sweatpants. She was so shocked that her hand slipped off the doorknob. A loud bang sounded as the door moved back and hit against the door stopper. She immediately slapped her hand

he had the same mesmerizing look in his eyes. He curled his lips into a smirk as he stared at the woman by the door while

had for him. “Why did you

to sugarcoat his words. She immediately knitted her brows into a frown. Did I go crazy after getting drunk? Fine. I guess I agree with what he said. It’s true that my son shouldn’t

sleeping. He returned to his room and washed up before putting on some clothes and walking over to the hall. Anastasia had gone to the fridge to get herself a drink, and she was just feeling rather creeped out by the large hall when she heard footsteps coming from behind. She instantly spun her head around to find the man with one hand stuck into his pocket. He strolled

going to sleep?” she asked while

walked back to her. She felt nauseous just at the sight of alcohol. “Why are you drinking in the middle of the night? It’s not good for your