My Baby’s Daddy

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Anastasia was woken up by her internal alarm clock. She decided to cook some breakfast for Elliot. It had been a while since she was able to show off her cooking skills since they had servants. 

Thankfully, she was still skilled enough to cook up two hot bowls of noodles. The fragrant scent combined with poached eggs and slices of beef made the food seem even more delicious. 

She even took a photo of it and uploaded it to her social media accounts with the caption, ‘Breakfast with Mr. Presgrave‘. 

Their morning had started now. Soon, Elliot arrived at the dining room. He had just taken a shower after his usual morning exercise. Dressed in loungewear, he was a walking hormone, yet he was oblivious to how attractive he was. 

She knew that the more she stared at him, the better her sense of beauty would be. In fact, if she ever divorced him, she might not be able to marry again. 

After all, Elliot was going to make her picky. 

Thus, she would do her best as Mrs. Presgrave. 

“What an amazing wife I have,” he praised. 

“Do you only know that now?” She giggled. 

knew about it from the start. That is why I am so very lucky to have married you.”

going to rot her teeth one day. With a chuckle, she pushed his

saw made her guffaw. Her post from that morning was currently

post whatever she wanted on her social media accounts now. She had to keep a low profile. Perhaps she should set her post privacy to

a certain someone had nothing

Her husband. 

party would be held in an event hall owned by Presgrave Group. Several top–tier celebrities and socialites had been invited, and there would be a fashion runway on which the atelier

everything as the paparazzi all showed up with their

couple whom Larry

worked hard, Mr. Young.” Anastasia smiled.

doing my job.” With a wave of his hand, Larry gestured for them to head inside. He then led them to the front row.

ear, “We would need you to make a speech later, Mrs. Presgrave.”

a wave of her hand. She had

to do something they did not want to do.

someone walked over to

Presgrave, Mrs. Presgrave,” Mason greeted with a

so formal, Mason. Just call me Anastasia.”