My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 413

However, Elliot had alrcady slid into his car and closed the door. Hayley hurtled toward him, but just as she was about to reach the door, he backed out of the driveway smoothly and sped off into the night, leaving her shivering in the cold breeze,

The fur coat on het kept her warm, but there was no thawing of the icicles that pierced her heart following his harsh rejection

The courage she had summoned just to go through with the plastic surgery was all for naught; Elliot wasn’t impressed by her new face at all, nor did he glance at it for even longer than a few seconds.

She couldn’t understand why this was happening. He likes the way Anastasia looks, doesn’t he? I’ve had all this work done just to look like her, so why am I still not good enough?

Gritting her teeth, she fished out her phone with a malicious gleam in her eyes and selected the picture she had taken earlier before sending it to Anastasia.

With her chest rising and falling rapidly, she screamed into the night, “If I can’t have you, Elliot, then neither can Anastasia!” She stormed back into the house and plopped down on the couch, grabbing the bottle of wine she had been drinking before Elliot’s arrival, and threw her head back as she gulped down the contents. However, at that moment, her eyes widened when she realized that the wine had lost its familiar tangy fragrance, and it seemed like it had been diluted with water

Hayley stared at the wine in astonishment. Have I left it exposed to the air for too long? She filled half a glass with the wine and drank it, only to find that it was as tasteless as tap water.

her throat as her mind scrambled for an answer. What’s happening?

for a handful of cherries. She didn’t bother washing them as she shoved them into her mouth. The sweetness of the cherries, which

kitchen. She had never cooked here, but the servants had stocked up the salt and sugar. Having found a bag of salt, she tore it open and shoveled a handful of it into her mouth. The saltiness ought to make her cringe

buds!” She let out a frantic shriek. Then, she crouched down on the floor and clutched her throat. She couldn’t believe that the plastic surgery

out of the house and into the garage, driving over to the

was curled up in bed with a good book, and she had spent the better part of the last

it would take a while for her to find the

found her phone on the table next to the couch. She sat down to check the

widen in shock. The text was sent from an unfamiliar number, and the picture that came with it was one of a

clothes he had when he left the house

picture again. Aside from the strong resemblance they shared, she was a little stunned to see that there was something

under the knife. More importantly, it had been a major procedure. It was only normal that Anastasia could not recognize

my number anyway? She

her phone aside as frustration and anger welled up in her. Just then, she