My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 325

A concerned Felicia caringly reminded, “President Presgrave, please take care of Miss Tillman.”

“Leave her to me,” Elliot replied in a low voice. Then, he opened the door to the driver’s seat and got in.

Felicia couldn’t help but rejoice as she looked at him driving off with Anastasia in his car. She already knew that he was the reason why Anastasia drank to the point where she was drunk.

A barely conscious Anastasia sat up in what she thought was Felicia’s car. She held her forehead in her hand to suppress the excruciating headache as she said in the direction of the driver’s seat. “Felicia, take me to any nearby hotel. I don’t want to go home.”

She didn’t want her father and son to see her in such a terrible mood and if they did, she would be grateful to just not scare them with this side of her.

A voice answered from the driver’s seat, “Is anyone taking care of your son?”

“My dad is home,” she obediently answered.

the car moved, she quickly slumped on

traffic light to turn green, he grabbed her phone with his long fingers and sent Francis a message in her name that she would be spending the night with a

about

not have been in her right mind, but she was still capable of thinking and emotions. She started to mumble in her drunken state toward the driver, “Felicia, let me tell you a secret. Elliot

shocked that she was scolding him behind his back, but he soon tilted his head toward her and

hate him.” Her voice sounded like she was on

drunk she behaved and he tried probing again, “You are telling me that you hate him even though you are drunk because

didn’t drink because of him… I would be an idiot for liking him…”

him… He can like whoever the hell he wants to. It has nothing to

and she definitely had no clue where she was. The car was only filled with sounds that sounded like ‘b*stard’, ‘trash’ and ‘I don’t ever

to have

somewhat heartbroken. I must have really hurt her this time, he

red light stop, he turned to look at the sprawled out figure in his backseat before he

drove them to a hotel owned by the Mansons, and as soon as he carried the drunk woman into the hotel lobby in his arms, the