My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 441

Chapter 441 His Attentiveness

Hayley’s hatred for Anastasia persisted even now, and the former believed that Anastasia was to blame for her current plight.

Christmas was around the corner, and Bourgeois Jewelry Atelier was preparing an event for the joyous season. Early in the morning, Felicia gave Anastasia a call.

“Hello?” Anastasia was still laying on the bed, unwilling to get up.

How cozy the bed was in the winter!

“Why? Are you that tired after last night?” Felicia joked indecently.

That stumped Anastasia. “What are you thinking of, Felicia?”

“What? Am I wrong? Is President Presgrave by your side now?”

“We haven’t gotten there yet, Felicia!” Anastasia replied, burying herself in her blanket.

On the other end of the call, Felicia was surprised to hear that. “Oh my! You spend every day with him and have managed to keep your cool until now? Well, I admire you for that,” Felicia teased. Then, she went straight to the point. “Do you have time to attend the annual celebration that Bourgeois Jewelry Atelier planned two weeks ago?”

“Oh? I would like to go.” Anastasia was interested.

“Great! Ask President Presgrave if he has the time to attend as well. Vice-president Young requested me to confirm with you,” Felicia said.

Larry Young was the atelier’s boss for the outsiders. Anastasia rarely saw him, but she knew that he played a significant role in the atelier’s success today.

“Okay, I’ll ask him.”

“It’s quite a big celebration this time. We invited our spokesperson and singer too.”

“Which singer will be there?”

“The more well-known ones will be Bobby Moore and Hendrix O’rion.”

Anastasia was elated to hear that and she exclaimed with much anticipation, “I like Hendrix O’rion a lot!”

She was in a good mood after ending Felicia’s call. The annual celebration was on this Friday, and she wanted to continue working as well although it was just two days before Christmas Eve. Design was her lifelong hobby; it was not merely her job, but her dream as well.

She hoped that her designs would one day be a treasure admired by many, just as an artist would wish for the most dazzling stage. That would give Anastasia an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

After getting up from the bed, she went to Jared’s room, only to find that he wasn’t there. At that point, she was embarrassed to learn that she had become even lazier than her own son.

She then went to the kitchen and saw a portion of breakfast that had been kept warm. After finishing it, she went to the garden and heard Jared’s laughter from the lawn.

Walking in the direction of the sound, she noticed him kicking a ball with Elliot, who was dressed in a gray sports suit.

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And his figure was absolutely superb.

Jared saw her coming and immediately demonstrated his kicking abilities. She smiled lovingly at him, her eyes full of praise, and gave him a thumbs up.

Elliot turned around and looked at her too. His black hair was in a messy state from the wind, but it made him appear younger.

She hesitated whether to look at him or Jared, but it was obvious that Jared was not as eye-catching as Elliot just then.

She felt sorry for her son. He was kicking the ball so hard that she could see it, but she was distracted by another man.

Jared, drenched in sweat, finally ran up to her and hugged her. “Mommy, am I skillful?”

“Yes. It’s wonderful.” She gave him a peck on his cheek.

Elliot walked toward them too, holding a towel in his hand. He then thoughtfully replaced the one on Jared’s back. Such attentiveness moved Anastasia’s heart, but she felt ashamed at the same time as she, being Jared’s mother, was not as attentive to Jared.

Jared was like Elliot’s biological son; each and every of the child’s moves affected Elliot. Because he cared for Jared, he was always thinking about how to treat Jared better.

After changing his towel, Jared ran back out to the lawn again, whereas Elliot simply sat down beside Annastasia. Remembering the annual celebration, she asked, “It’s Bourgeois Jewelry Atelier’s annual celebration this Friday. Are you free to attend?”

Upon hearing that, he shook his head. “Larry informed me about this, but I have no time for it.”