My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia) novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276 The Rare Side of Him

Elliot found his way to vent upon seeing Anastasia’s red lips. With his large palm pressing against her head and his other hand clutching her waist, he sealed her red lips with his. Her delicate lips were enraging him and driving him insane.

She deserves to be punished.

She had consumed alcohol earlier, and her mind was already foggy. She felt even weaker in the face of his actions. His kisses were always commanding, with no room for defiance, especially tonight’s.

He was like a wild beast waiting to devour her alive. Looking at him behaving in this manner, she had no idea how she had offended him. This kiss lasted until a stray bird flew across the window, as they both assumed her son had awoken.

Grabbing the opportunity, she immediately pushed him hard and covered her swollen lips. “If you keep on behaving so rudely, I’ll move out tomorrow.”

Though he hadn’t had enough, he replied, “Okay. No more kissing.”

Immediately, she returned to her room, her brain appearing to be depleted of oxygen. She fell asleep within seconds, convinced that she would never mess with him again.

The next day, when Anastasia awoke around eight o’clock in the morning, Elliot’s house was already crowded with people. They were all from the Global Haute Couture Customization Company, which sent ten mini tuxedos and ten evening gowns for Jared and her to choose from.

Oh, woah! This is unexpected. She had assumed she would have to rent an evening gown on her own, but Elliot had now arranged for door-to-door service.

“Miss Tillman, these are all for you to choose. If none of them is to your liking, we’ll replace them with a whole new set. They are all from our headquarters, and I can assure you that they’re one of a kind. With them, you’d never have to deal with the awkward situation of bumping into someone wearing the same gown as you.”

That made her heart pound anxiously, and she turned around to see the man standing on the balcony with his back facing her. He was gripping the rails and clutching the phone tightly, as if someone had enraged him. This was his rare angry side, and she happened to catch it.

Who made him angry so early in the morning?

“This is my last warning. If he refuses to take my warning seriously, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” He dropped such words to the person on the other end of the call. His phone was still tightly gripped in his hand, and with his head lowered, his figure from behind appeared depressed.

Such a scene made her chest tighten, and she felt compelled to comfort him even before she realized why. But she had no idea whether she had the right to do so. This man had always appeared domineering before her, and he might not want her to see his weaker side.

Just when she was hesitating, the man on the balcony turned around suddenly, and their eyes met.