My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 240 Give Me a Kiss

The implication behind such carefully-phrased and stoically-arranged words did not escape Elliot. Anastasia was asking him to walk out of her life entirely.

She never tried to see things from his point of view; instead, she tried to build wall after wall between them so that she could hide from the feelings they had for each other.

Presently, the chord in Anastasia’s heart was wound taut, and it felt like something in her would snap at any given moment. She stared at him intently, her gaze tracing over his handsome features in hopes of finding even a flicker of emotion. Alas, the man was a champ when it came to putting on a poker face, for she couldn’t see even the slightest shift in his expression.

“I’ll agree to whatever you’ve proposed, but there’s something I want you to do for me as well,” Elliot finally said as he propped his elbows up on the back of the couch and leaned into the seat insouciantly. He had tipped his chin up at an almost haughty angle, revealing his flawless jawline. The elegant curve of his neck extended down to where his chiseled collarbone was partially obscured by his shirt lapel, and for some reason, he looked particularly alluring and dangerously seductive.

Anastasia couldn’t help sneaking a few more glances at him. He wouldn’t ask me to do anything crazy, would he? She decided to hear him out. “What is it? Just forewarning you, I might not be able to do whatever you want me to,” she said.

“Oh, you’ll certainly be able to,” he said confidently.

She eyed him skeptically. “Let’s hear it then.”

and mischief glittered in his dark eyes. “Give me a

if she was operating on instinct when

just means I don’t have to agree

out an arm to stop him. “Hey, you can’t leave until we clear

Elliot pointed out unhappily. Is it so hard for her to kiss me? Will it shorten

“Are you serious? Will you really

a roguish smirk. After all, there might still be a chance for him

that blood rushed to her face, and she pursed her lips as she fell into a furious debate with herself. The idea of kissing him was enough to plunge her into this unprecedented crisis. If she agreed to do this and kissed him, they would go back to being strangers; if she refused, their continued entanglement would only come with

her best interests at this point,

how Elliot’s expression had soured. He could hardly believe that she would be so reluctant

a clear and unwavering look flashed in her eyes, and she met his gaze as she agreed, “Alright. I’ll kiss you, but you have to make

felt his amusement drain out of him in record time. She was only agreeing to kiss him so that he would leave her and her son alone. It was like playing a game of truth or

a dare on her part, and she