My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 452 It Is Starting to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Anastasia walked down the stairs from the second floor after she got dressed. When the man on the sofa heard the footsteps, he immediately raised his head and his deep eyes widened in surprise.

Elliot couldn’t help but muse about how this woman whom he called his looked good no matter what she wore.

Anastasia walked to his side, but she was somewhat timid as she asked, “Does it look good?”

“Absolutely gorgeous,” he complimented her in a low voice.

She then held up two purses with sequins on them. “Which one do you think looks better?” she asked again.

Elliot looked at the purses with a serious gaze for a few seconds and eventually chose one for her. She, too, didn’t bother agonizing herself over this anymore and proceeded to use the one he chose.

There would be two uninvited guests at the anniversary celebration tonight—Aliona and Hayley.

Hayley and Alex had just arrived at an apartment complex at this moment. This was a small apartment unit that Alex had just bought not long ago for investment purposes. Now, however, it was where Hayley would be living after she had become his woman.

we have no choice but to let you live here in order to not let Erica find out that we

apologetically said, “I feel sorry

accomplishment at that. With his arms around her, he dotingly scolded her, “What nonsense are you saying? You don’t need to apologize. Between you and Erica, of course you are the one that I like. The relationship between Erica and

you have to

that, he couldn’t help but ask, “Hayley, do

course! I heard from Erica that she is dating the young master of the Presgrave Group!” Hayley then added, “I also heard that she had a child out of wedlock five years

he heard those words. “Did she have a

spat with a contemptuous look on her face. “She worked at one to earn enough money to

shocked to learn that

woman from now on.” Hayley’s eyes looked

Hayley’s face, and yet Anastasia was the one his heart longed

afternoon soon came. The banquet this time around was held in the big banquet hall of a seven-star hotel. As Bourgeois had shown tremendous improvement in their overall performance this year, the annual

Their haute couture’s customers were amongst the invitees tonight too. The event was both the annual celebration and

celebration, as even the female guests who weren’t going to attend had all come, which was why the banquet was bound to be extra

the unmarried women in the crowd. Tonight was finally their chance to approach the