My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228 Breakfast

“Isn’t Rey waiting for you downstairs?” Anastasia asked.

“I told him to leave.” Elliot lay down on her couch and rubbed his eyes as he spoke.

“Look how exhausted you are. Next time, can you just go home instead of coming over?” Anastasia said in annoyance.

“I sleep like a baby when I’m here. It’s not like I can sleep at home anyhow,” Elliot said in a hoarse voice, as if he were going to sleep as soon as he touched the couch.

Anastasia looked at his large body curled up on the couch and felt somewhat sorry for him. She bit her lip and said, “Elliot, you can sleep in my bed.”

Elliot turned around and looked at her with his red eyes, the smile in his gaze deepening. “You’re really willing to let me have your bed?”

Anastasia avoided his gaze and humphed. “Do it before I change my mind.”

Elliot sat up and walked toward her bedroom. Then, he said quietly. “Don’t let any other man into your house ever again, much less your bedroom.”

“Mind your own business.”She stood by the door when she talked back to him.

Elliot took off his shoes before getting into bed. After he settled in comfortably, he said, “Anastasia, you do care about me. You just haven’t admitted it yet.”

“Quit the nonsense if you want to sleep.” Anastasia turned off the lights for him and closed the door. She moved to her son’s bedroom after that.

The little guy was actually sound asleep. Anastasia lay down next to him, and in the darkness, some thoughts began popping up.

Do I care for him? No, of course not. I was merely taking pity on him for overworking. After all, he’s my superior, and he took care of Jared.

While Anastasia looked for some more excuses, she got so tired that she, too, went to sleep.

Early the next morning, the little guy woke up first. When he saw his mommy sleeping on his bed, there was a flash of confusion in his large eyes. Then, he seemed to have guessed something as he immediately got out of bed and opened the door.

When he saw an unusually handsome figure seated on the couch, he cried out in joy, “Mr. Presgrave, did you sleep over at our house last night?”