My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia) novel Chapter 675

Read My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 675

Anastasia was woken up by her internal alarm clock. She decided to cook some breakfast for Elliot. It had been a while since she was able to show off her cooking skills since they had servants. 

Thankfully, she was still skilled enough to cook up two hot bowls of noodles. The fragrant scent combined with poached eggs and slices of beef made the food seem even more delicious. 

She even took a photo of it and uploaded it to her social media accounts with the caption, ‘Breakfast with Mr. Presgrave‘. 

Their morning had started now. Soon, Elliot arrived at the dining room. He had just taken a shower after his usual morning exercise. Dressed in loungewear, he was a walking hormone, yet he was oblivious to how attractive he was. 

She knew that the more she stared at him, the better her sense of beauty would be. In fact, if she ever divorced him, she might not be able to marry again. 

After all, Elliot was going to make her picky. 

Thus, she would do her best as Mrs. Presgrave. 

“What an amazing wife I have,” he praised. 

“Do you only know that now?” She giggled. 

“No. I knew about it from the start. That is why I am so very lucky to have married you.” 

All of the sweet nothings being spoken that morning was going to rot her teeth one day. With a chuckle, she pushed his bowl of noodles over to him. “Eat up!” 

After breakfast, she read up on the news. What she saw made her guffaw. Her post from that morning was currently trending. 

‘The Cooking Skills of Rich Madams Exposed!‘ was the headline. Now that she thought about it, she could no longer post whatever she wanted on her social media accounts now. She had to keep a low profile. Perhaps she should set her post privacy to ‘Only Me. 

Anastasia had a new product launch party to attend at Bourgeois that afternoon. As a certain someone had nothing to do, she decided to attend with the best accessory anyone could ever have. 

Her husband. 

The launch party would be held in an event hall owned by Presgrave Group. Several top–tier celebrities and socialites had been invited, and there would be a fashion runway on which the atelier was going to be live–streamed. 

When two o‘clock rolled around, people began to show up at the venue. There was an order to everything as the paparazzi all showed up with their cameras and streaming equipment. Larry then received a call that made him drop all work and wait by the front gates. 

A Rolls–Royce pulled up, and out walked a couple whom Larry happily greeted, “President Presgrave, Mrs. Presgrave, you‘re here.” 

“You‘ve worked hard, Mr. Young.” Anastasia smiled. 

“No, no. I‘m only doing my job.” With a wave of his hand, Larry gestured for them to head inside. He then led them to the front row. 

It was then that Larry leaned down to whisper into Anastasia‘s ear, “We would need you to make a speech later, Mrs. Presgrave.” 

She was stunned. “Next time!” she said with a wave of her hand. She had not come prepared. “Today, I am only here to admire the works.” 

“Very well!” Larry would never force anyone to do something they did not want to do. 

Just then, someone walked over to them; it was Mason. 

“President Presgrave, Mrs. Presgrave,” Mason greeted with a smile.