My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 203

“I will,” Elliot promised solemnly with a nod. He understood where Nigel was coming from, and the reverse was also true.

“What if you marry her tonight and she tells you that she doesn’t want any more kids? Will you choose to respect her decision?” Nigel went on to ask, wishing desperately that Elliot could do all the things for Anastasia that he couldn’t.

Once again, Elliot nodded and said, “I will respect every single one of her thoughts and decisions.”

Nigel’s gaze was piercing as he eyed his cousin somberly. “Also, do you promise that you’ll protect her, take care of her, and love her forever?”

Elliot could tell how much Nigel loved Anastasia. As his heart sank, he clapped a hand on Nigel’s shoulder. “Nigel, you’ve known me since we were kids, and you know what I’m like as a person.” An apologetic look flashed in his eyes as he added quietly, “I’m sorry, Nigel.”

They had been as close as brothers since they were little, and now that they were in love with the same woman, it couldn’t be easy for Nigel to let go.

Nigel, on the other hand, leaned against the balcony rail behind him as a bitter smile played on his lips. “You don’t have to apologize. I know Anastasia has always seen me as nothing more than a friend, and there are far worse things than to see you treat her right and love her in all the ways I can’t.”

Upon hearing this, Elliot reached out to pat his shoulder, but he couldn’t find the words to comfort him.

Anastasia was entirely oblivious as she admired the interesting and somewhat whimsical painting on the wall. She looked

to give up his feelings for her, but at the same time, he was incredibly relieved. He glanced at Elliot and said, “I’ll leave her

still on Anastasia, and there was no mistaking the possessiveness that burned in his obsidian orbs. He acknowledged what Nigel

staring at them like how one might be captivated by stunning works of art. The Presgraves have such

broad-shouldered, and their trimmed waistlines, as well as mile-long legs, made them incredibly fine specimens. In particular, Elliot, who was the taller of the

gaze. She could feel nothing when she stared at Nigel,

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as she asked aloud, “Hey, Nigel,

thing. He bunked in with me in the master bedroom last night,” Nigel replied

frowned and quickly stopped

aggravate Elliot, so he said, “Ignore him, Anastasia. Just go up and take

there to look at in your room?” Elliot shot his cousin a dark look

had no idea why they were bickering all of a sudden, but before she could say anything, Elliot had already walked up the stairs. She didn’t want to go with him, so

about it.