My Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 269 A Kiss and a Plot

It was seductive and hypnotic, and Anastasia was dumbfounded for a while.

Anastasia struggled as if her life depended on it, unwilling to lose her sense of self in those eyes. However, right then, the man was already reaching out greedily and touching her exquisite face. “Miss Tillman, it’s such a wonderful night. It will be a pity if we don’t do something romantic.”

Anastasia was in Elliot’s arms now, enveloped in his fragrance. She was invaded by the fiery light in the depths of his eyes, letting down her guard a little. She fought to get her sense of reason back and reached out to push him away.

However, in the next second, the man lowered his gaze and cut off all her chances of escape. He kissed her forcefully, his tongue exploring her mouth and stealing her sweet essence.

This is horrible! Anastasia thought, but she felt her determination wavering. She was also holding back when she pushed him just now. What’s going on?

Anastasia couldn’t help but curse her hesitation, which was why this man thought her a vulnerable victim. That was why he would take advantage of her in the corridor in the middle of the night. But this man’s kiss wasn’t something she hated.

experienced a sense of wonder and expectation. This man had dug

was like a fire that burned Anastasia’s reasoning away. Some time later, in addition to their already loosely clothed bodies, the man’s more dangerous spot had startled Anastasia

late… Go to sleep!” Anastasia struggled and finally broke free of him, then turned her back on him, expressing her

I will continue in my dreams.”Anastasia felt her mind explode. This man even wanted to dream of such things? When she turned

sentence, but Anastasia couldn’t stop blushing about

to her mind as soon as she

She went to sleep in a daze, and she could no longer differentiate dreams

eyes and noticed that it was already late in the morning. She got out of bed in annoyance at the absence of

in the field. The little guy fell in love with this

spot from where she could watch her son play soccer, and then she sipped her morning coffee as she watched her son run around in the sunlight. This was one of her happiest moments

in sports attire. He was wearing a gray top paired with black sweatpants. As he stood among the grass, he appeared large, mighty, and imposing. There was a constant, strong, and domineering