My Baby’s Daddy

Arthur, however, ignored Sophia and proceeded to clean up her wounds with a sterilized Q-tip. When he went on to apply the antiseptic, she hissed in pain and gasped softly. "Ow, that hurts!"

The way she yelped was so suggestive that Arthur stopped and shot her a freezing look, as though angry that his testosterone decided to react to her voice.

At present, neither of them noticed the fuming figure that stood on the second-floor landing with her hand on the banister. Emily had been awakened by the ruckus downstairs, so she came out of her room and Sophia s soft moans of pain sounded. She then decided to head downstairs only to see Arthur helping the girl clean her bleeding shins.

One could call it first-aid, but to Emily, who was so blinded by jealousy she could hardly think straight, Sophia was a cunning vixen who had resorted to such cheap acts to win over Arthur's attention.

"What happened, Arthur?" Emily asked aloud, pretending as if she had been woken up by the commotion as she continued her way down the rest of the steps.

Sophia hurriedly rolled down the legs of her pajama pants and apologized, "Did we wake you, Miss Jennings? I'm terribly sorry for that."

"Did something happen to you?” Emily asked, meeting the other girl's gaze confrontationally.

"I fell and scraped my knees earlier, so Mr. Weiss helped me stop the bleeding," Sophia answered frankly.

you're not bleeding anymore, then go back to your room," Emily

grabbed her by the wrist and warned through gritted teeth, "Stay away

so quietly that Sophia was the only one who could hear it, but the icy

the stairs, baffled by how much untoward hatred Emily had for her. She wanted to tell her that she was a natural klutz and had no

met Arthur at the bottom of the staircase and said,

handing her the bottle of milk he had taken from the fridge

had gone out of his bedroom when he heard footsteps coming down from the third floor, and as for the milk, it was nothing

rendezvous with the maid than stay up and talk to me. Is that it?

weak sunlight spilled into the room and over the side of the bed. Elliot had already called I.arry. the vice president of Bourgeois, and asked him to drop by the house with a compilation of all the relevant company information. Over the phone. Elliot added that Anastasia would be in charge of running

after that, leaving Anastasia to wait for Larry’s arrival at home. When the

a whole new person now,

she had started out in Bourgeois. Elliot had asked him to persuade her to accept the gift of top-quality real estate and made him bring her the information on the property as well. However, completely unfazed

well become his superior. As it turned out, his gut

met, Anastasia looked wiser and more focused now, with a confidence that seemed to shine through, polished by years of