My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 130

Anastasia heard a loud ringing in her ears. You’ve gone too far this time, Nigel. “I knew you wouldn’t reject me, Anastasia. I know you love me too!” Nigel cried happily. His voice was so loud that the crowd could hear him even though he wasn’t using the microphone.

By then, Harriet had already arrived at the front of the stage. She looked up to see Nigel and Anastasia hugging each other, and she was too stunned to say anything for a moment. Did both my grandsons switch roles? Was Anastasia more interested in Nigel all along? Either way, I just want Anastasia to be a part of our family. It doesn’t matter who she gets married to; I’ll be happy just to have her with us. If the one Anastasia truly likes is Nigel, then I’d be happy to support their marriage as well.

Elliot watched the whole proposal from the second floor without a hint of emotion on his face. However, he tightened his grip on the railing, and veins popped up on the back of his hands. He looked like he was trying to crush the railing

“Get off the stage. Stop fooling around,” Anastasia told Nigel. Nigel held her hand before he grabbed the mic and addressed the crowd below him. “Thank you for the wishes, everyone. I’m really happy that my proposal was a success.”

Anastasia eyed him speechlessly. Fine! I’ll have to explain myself to him later.

as they turned to glare at the Mansons. “What’s going on, Mr. and Mrs. Manson? Does Nigel

out a sigh. Brenda knew that Nigel had always been thankful for the girl who had saved her, but she hadn’t expected her son to propose to the

marry our daughter to him if we get the chance to

Jonathan could do nothing but give them an apologetic smile. “Okay. Let’s talk about this in the future. You

dragged Nigel off the stage and through the crowd to find somewhere quiet where they could talk. She found an empty room by the side, and Anastasia pulled him into the room. He shut the door behind him, muting the loud noises that came from the crowd outside. Anastasia quickly grabbed Nigel’s hand before shoving the ring back into his palm. “We’re just friends, Nigel. I’m sorry. I can’t say yes to your proposal,” she uttered in a

and he looked down at the diamond ring in his hand. “Why? Why can’t you marry me? Am I not good enough? Did I

gaze. “You’re a great man, Nigel. This is my problem-it has got nothing to do with you,” she

the most.” Nigel held onto her hands