My Baby’s Daddy

’I want to take charge of Bourgeois," Anastasia said as she looked up at Elliot. Francis initially wanted her to

continue managing Tillman Constructions, but she had no interest whatsoever in building materials, so he

decided that he would hand the business over to Elliot after retirement.

"Alright, then. You'll be the commander-in-chief for Bourgeois from tomorrow onward." Elliot said. He

couldn’t care less about profit margins and operating costs as long as his wife could amuse herself. He would

always be there as a safety net for her.

Warmth surged through Anastasia when she heard this, but before she could thank him. he added, "Go and

do whatever you like. Don’t you worry about a thing, because I'm always going to be here to catch you when

you fall, okay?"

In that quiet room. Elliot's tender love and indulgence for Anastasia seemed audible in his words. He

sounded firm and assuring, making her heart skip a beat. Upon hearing the solemn promise underlying his

bold statement, she felt like she was in the safest harbor, protected by some great, universal force.

She could do whatever she liked, and if she messed things up. he would always be there to help her gel

through it. She did not need to worry about a thing, because he was the fort that would keep her shielded

from the brutal consequences of failure.

That said. Anastasia knew taking over Bourgeois was not just a game she decided to play on a whim. Now

that she had voiced out her desire to run it, she would have to make her words count and show him she was

not just doing it out of fun.

She had a duty to be a belter version of herself, because how else would she live up to the name of being

Elliot's wife?

Meanwhile, in Arthur s villa, Sophia was having a hard time falling asleep after binge-watching several episodes of a

new hit drama through the night. She got out of bed and padded out of her room to gel a glass of water, hoping

that sleep would come after that.

She opened the door softly. She was staying on the third floor while Arthur and Emily were resting on the second.

While heading downstairs, she kept her footfalls as quiet as possible, so much so that she was practically tiptoeing.

Much like a wary kitten, she made her way to the first floor and hurried into the kitchen, following the low hum of

the refrigerator. She thought a cold drink was suitable in light of the rising temperatures as they welcomed the

beginning of summer.

Just then, a cold and crisp voice spoke up behind her. "What arc you doing up in the middle of the night?"

Sophia gasped and turned around, but she did so loo quickly and ended up bumping her head against the door of

the freezer compartment. T*he loud thud resonated throughout the kitchen like an ominous drum beat.

"Could you not creep up on me like that? For heaven s sake, you had me half-scared to death!" she snapped,

rubbing the sore spot on her head as she shot Arthur a resentful look.

Arthur came up to her. He was a head taller than her, and he was here to get a drink as well. The refrigerator light

cast a warm glow on both of their silhouettes as they stood there facing each other.

At that moment, Sophia noticed the carton of milk on the lop row of the refrigerator and reached up to grab it.

However, her fingertips could barely brush it. She was just about to give up when a large hand easily grabbed it and

handed it to her. As she look over the milk, she looked up al the man to thank him, only to be caught off guard.

He seemed to have slept before coming downstairs. His ink-colored hair was currently tousled over his forehead,

unlike during the day. He was peering into the fridge for something to drink as well, revealing his side profile, which

was all sharp jawline and delicately-chiseled features.

He looked breathtaking.

Presently, Arthur sensed Sophia staring at him, and he looked down with narrowed eyes as he demanded, "What

are you looking at?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, nothing," Sophia muttered lamely, breaking eye contact. Her

"I want to take charge of Bourgeois," Anastasia said as she looked up at Elliot. Francis initially wanted her to

continue managing Tillman Constructions, but she had no interest whatsoever in building materials, so he

decided that he would hand the business over to Elliot after retirement.

"Alright, then. You'll be the commander-in-chief for Bourgeois from tomorrow onward." Elliot said. He

couldn't care less about profit margins and operating costs as long as his wife could amuse herself. He would

always be there as a safety net for her.

Warmth surged through Anastasia when she heard this, but before she could thank him, he added. "Go and

do whatever you like. Don’t you worry about a thing, because I'm always going to be here to catch you when

you fall, okay?"

In that quiet room. Elliot's tender love and indulgence for Anastasia seemed audible in his words. He

sounded firm and assuring, making her heart skip a beat. Upon hearing the solemn promise underlying his

bold statement, she felt like she was in the safest harbor, protected by some great, universal force.

She could do whatever she liked, and if she messed things up, he would always be there to help her gel

through it. She did not need to worry about a thing, because he was the fort that would keep her shielded

from the brutal consequences of failure.

That said, Anastasia knew taking over Bourgeois was not just a game she decided to play on a whim. Now

that she had voiced out her desire to run it, she would have to make her words count and show him she was

not just doing it out of fun.

She had a duty to be a better version of herself, because how else would she live up to the name of being

Elliot's wife?

Meanwhile, in Arthur s villa, Sophia was having a hard time falling asleep after binge-watching several

episodes of a new hit drama through the night. She got out of bed and padded out of her room to gel a glass

of water, hoping that sleep would come after that.