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. 

from the start. That is why I am

her teeth one day. With a chuckle, she pushed his bowl of noodles over

read up on the news. What she saw made her

she wanted on her social media accounts now. She had to keep

new product launch party to attend at Bourgeois that afternoon. As a certain someone had nothing to do, she decided to

Her husband. 

party would be held in an event hall owned by Presgrave Group. Several top–tier celebrities and socialites had

as the paparazzi all showed up with their cameras and streaming equipment. Larry then received a call that made him drop

a couple whom Larry happily greeted,

worked hard, Mr. Young.” Anastasia

only doing my job.” With a wave of his hand, Larry gestured for them to head inside. He

to whisper into Anastasia‘s ear, “We would need you to make a speech later, Mrs.

stunned. “Next time!” she said with a wave of her hand. She

anyone to do something

to them; it was Mason.

Mrs. Presgrave,” Mason greeted with

so formal, Mason.