My Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 238 A Jerk With a Pedigree

Anastasia was left speechless following Elliot’s outburst. Where is all this jealousy coming from? I’m not his girlfriend, and nothing is going on between us, so why is he getting jealous of Oliver out of the blue? Is there even a point to this?

The lights brought out the defiant edge to her delicate features as she raised a brow at the man in front of her and pointed out sardonically, “Elliot, I think you have yet to reconcile with the fact that I can like or fall for someone without having to get your permission. What right do you have to butt into my personal life?”

However, little did she know that every one of her gestures and expressions only drew Elliot in deeper. Even the way she behaved like an agitated kitten was stroking and stirring his wildest desires.

A devious smirk curled on his lips as he drawled ominously, “True, you can choose to love whoever you want, but I can promise you that person will end up in the most unfortunate of situations. In the end, I’ll make sure all the men who think they have a chance with you become so miserable that they’d wish they were dead.”

Anastasia had never met anyone so unbelievably unreasonable. Just as she was about to retort, Elliot closed the distance between them and backed her up against the wall. He then said, “Let me tell you something, Anastasia—a man’s body language says a lot about what he feels for a woman.”

The next second, she was made acutely aware of just how dangerous and domineering he was. It wasn’t just the insidious gaze in his eyes that sent chills running down her spine, but also the way he moved so lithely and cornered her like she was helpless prey.

coming off him through the fabric of

He wanted her to know with every fiber of her being that he

had made to her tonight were the last of the walls that kept his rage at

him away when his lips

she was about to lose herself in the

dining table enjoying the spaghetti she made, and he even served a small portion of it to Jared. The both of them looked like a jolly pair as they sat across from one another and slurped on

this man, who looked like a warm and affable house-husband type, had pinned her against the wall like a roguish brute moments ago. He’s just a jerk with a pedigree,

hate herself for allowing Elliot to make her feel all those things back in the room. Perhaps

an evening stroll after dinner. Though it was getting late, Anastasia knew that her child would be safe with him. Presently, she sat on the couch and let her mind wander, but she

a demanding and unforgiving one. Elliot was in every way despicable, but for some reason that Anastasia couldn’t quite fathom, she was swept up in the sweet and overpowering current of his kiss. She distinctly remembered feeling like