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My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia) novel Chapter 357

Summary for Chapter 357: My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia)

Summary of Chapter 357 from My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia)

Chapter 357 marks a crucial moment in Novelxo’s Sweet Love novel, My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia). This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.

Chapter 357 Deep-Seated Trauma

Anastasia wanted to cry out in exasperation, for she should have known better than to trust this man.

“Elliot, I swear, if you think you can—”

However, before she could say the words ‘get away with it’, Elliot inched forward and kissed her.

He intended to get away with this, and it looked like he was succeeding. After all, he couldn’t help himself when it came to Anastasia; it was as if she was his fatal attraction, her presence probing and enticing him like a siren’s call.

Anastasia struggled against him for a few seconds, but it was all for show since she knew there was no escaping the man on top of her. In the end, she succumbed to his kisses, the hunger in her awakening with the way he nibbled and tugged on her lips.

However, there was a voice in the back of her head, albeit a muffled one, that nagged at her and made her keep her guard up. She wasn’t so much worried about someone walking in on them as she was about losing herself to Elliot and his deadly charisma.

She still wasn’t ready to bring their intimacy to the next level, and while the kiss was sweet and lingering, she couldn’t help sensing the danger in it as well. The air that crackled around them as their tension built reminded her of a brewing storm, and any time now, a hurricane would hit them and wreak havoc.

However, with the direction this very intimate kiss was taking, she wasn’t sure how she could keep the floodgates closed any longer, not when the water was already bursting to come through.

Everything about Elliot—his breath, his warmth, and his testosterone-driven urgency—was shrouding her like a veil. The voice of reason in her mind was being constantly drowned out by her own desire, and for a moment, it was like reality had melted away into the background.

She was on the verge of surrendering to nature and primal instincts at this point.

Just then, Elliot whispered huskily, “I want you, Anastasia…”

This sent an electric current through her veins, and she shuddered as she willed herself to push him away. “Elliot, no…”

The next second, however, he picked her up from the couch without warning and carried her over to the master bedroom.

She was so stunned that her mind drew a blank. The dimness of the bedroom became something like a dark space for Elliot to act on his heightened senses. He wanted nothing more than to lay her down and please her in ways she could never imagine.

Anastasia’s thoughts were hazy, and her insides were coiled up with mixed feelings she couldn’t quite decipher. When she tried to push Elliot away, he clasped her wrists and pinned her hands above her head, which prompted indescribable fear to course through her all of a sudden.

“No… Don’t touch me… Go away!”

He couldn’t possibly leave her alone in this state. He implored softly, “Let me stay here and take care of you for the night. I promise that’s all I’ll do.”

“I don’t need you to take care of me,” she muttered weakly as she shook her head, though her face was devoid of color.

At the sight of how frightened she looked, he was seized with the urge to find out who was the b*stard that dared hurt her five years ago. If he managed to track him down, he would make him pay in blood.

“Can you tell me more about what happened that night?” Elliot asked. He wanted to help her get through this, and he didn’t want her to have to shoulder this alone while suppressing the trauma and letting it fester in her.

Anastasia gazed up at the man in front of the bed. The trauma and the bad memories had hollowed her out, and she felt like a shell of herself. When he let go of her, she nudged him like a scared kitten seeking comfort.

Elliot refrained from holding her too tightly, and he kept his movements slow as he leaned forward to kiss her on the top of her head. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”

She closed her eyes tiredly. At the end of the day, she couldn’t bring herself to word out the horrific things she had been through.

Finally, she released his arm, and her gaze was calm once more as she said, “You can go home now. I’ll be fine on my own.”

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