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. 

That is why I

that morning was going to rot her teeth one day. With a chuckle, she pushed his bowl of noodles

saw made

headline. Now that she thought about it, she could no longer post whatever she wanted on her social media accounts now.

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

Her husband. 

in an event hall owned by Presgrave Group. Several top–tier celebrities and socialites had been

an order to everything as the paparazzi all showed up with their cameras and streaming equipment. Larry then received

walked a couple whom Larry

worked hard, Mr. Young.” Anastasia smiled.

hand, Larry gestured for them to head inside. He then led

that Larry leaned down to whisper into Anastasia‘s ear, “We would need

was stunned. “Next time!” she said with a wave of her hand. She had not come prepared. “Today,

anyone to do

then, someone walked over to them;

Presgrave, Mrs. Presgrave,” Mason greeted with

be so formal,