My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia) novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274 The Influence of Alcohol

Anastasia turned off her phone and let her mind wander, eventually returning to that man. She felt the men in the video earlier, who were showing off their bodies, lacked something, despite the fact that they added a lot of filters and effects to the video. Elliot is far superior.

Oh! Why did I think about him again? She closed her eyes, wanting to get the thought of him out of her head.

Their relationship was a mess to her. They kissed and moved in together, but they were just friends. Everything he said and did, including how close he got to her, felt surreal.

She lacked the courage to either push him away or get closer to him, fearing that everything he did was simply to repay her debt or to satisfy his sudden romantic interest in her. And there was one thing she had to face—he had slept with Hayley.

She sat down, frustrated, and began imagining images that caused her insomnia. As a result, she opened her door and went downstairs to get some drinks. Standing in front of the fridge downstairs, she stared at the items within, which were full of various types of drinks. Then, she took a can of beer from it.

Immediately, she opened the lid and began drinking, as if she was trying to suppress her frustration with alcohol. While drinking, she walked upstairs. This was her first time consuming so much beer. All she wanted was to sleep and get rid of all her jumbled thoughts.

Even though the beer was bitter, she felt better after half a can. But she had no idea that there was a figure in the dark behind the railings of the second-floor corridor. The image of her drinking had been entrenched in the back of his head. When she realized the beer was almost finished, she burped and went to the second-floor living room, where she threw the can into the trash can.

She thought she had perfectly kept her drinking under wraps, only to be shocked the moment she turned around. “W-Why are you here without making a sound? You are aware that people can be scared to death, correct?” She squinted grudgingly at the man approaching her with his arms crossed in front of him.

“You were drinking?” he asked.

She assumed he had just arrived and thus immediately denied it, saying, “No! I would never drink alcohol.”

“Is that so?” He approached her with a skeptical look on his face.

She immediately took a few steps back in response, for she knew she stank of alcohol now, and he’d definitely smell it if he got too close.

He, on the other hand, did not expose her lie but merely sat lazily on the sofa. Looking at her, he asked, “Is there anything troubling you? You can tell me.”