My Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 660

Emily was immediately unhappy when she noticed that Sophia was wearing a nice dress, not to mention, looking

really good in it. 

Sophia‘s eyes flickered over to Arthur as she said slowly, “I‘ve only started work a month ago, so I don‘t have a

uniform.” 

“Then I shall get one ready for you,” Emily declared with a smirk. 

“There‘s no need for that,” Arthur interjected. “Honestly, I find uniforms to be a stuffy concept.” 

This made Emily choke on her tea. She began to wonder just who Sophia was to warrant such concern from Arthur,

who was famed for being stoic, and why he kept speaking up for her. 

“Thank you, Young Master Weiss,” Sophia said, then backed out of the living room. She had a feeling that her life

here wasn‘t going to be all rainbows and butterflies now that Emily had moved in. That woman‘s a jealous one, she

thought grimly. Still, she would not have to suffer like this if she could find that man‘s necklace. 

Where could that family heirloom possibly be? She wanted to cry out in exasperation. Of all the people she could

have a score to settle with, it just had to be an eccentric jerk like Arthur. 

vhile, over at the Presgraves, Anastasia received a call from Lorelai that morning. Lorelai told Anastasia that she

was desperate to design the perfect jewelry for her friend‘s engagement and that she was wondering if she could

drop by to have Anastasia‘s input on the design sketches today. 

Naturally, Anastasia did not reject her plea for help and invited her over to the house without hesitation. 

At 4.00 pm that day, Lorelai drove into the car porch of Elliot‘s villa. She walked through the front door and into the

living room, whereupon she was greeted by Anastasia, who looked like a vision dressed in a soft–colored long dress.

“Lorelai.” 

“Mrs. Presgrave.” 

“Please, call me Anastasia. Mrs. Presgrave sounds too formal,” Anastasia said kindly. 

“I‘ve been wanting to address you by your first name since the first time we met, but I didn‘t want to offend you,”

Lorelai explained. With a self–mocking smile, she added, “Our family‘s really strict about formalities.” 

“It‘s fine. You can call me by my name when it‘s just the both of us,” Anastasia said with a smile. She then

proceeded to appraise Lorelai‘s get–up today. The latter was dressed appropriately in an outfit that included dark

academia elements with just an understated, feminine appeal. She was also wearing very light make–up that

accentuated her delicate features. 

Upon taking the sketch from Lorelai and giving it a cursory look, Anastasia praised, “There‘s definitely talent here—

and creativity too.” 

“Just sudden inspiration, I guess,” Lorelai said humbly, laughing. “I don‘t have much time usually, 

what with business investments and all.” 

Anastasia highlighted several parts of the design that needed to be smoothed over and suggested several ways

Lorelai could achieve it. The latter nodded delightedly and said, “You really are a professional, Anastasia.” 

Having pointed out a few more things and shared a few insider‘s tricks with Lorelai, Anastasia didn‘t even notice

that an hour had passed until she checked the time and saw that it was already 5.30 pm. She thereafter rose to

have the kitchen prepare dinner, but just as she was about to invite Lorelai to stay, the girl shook her head and said

she had to leave. 

“Thank you for the invitation, Anastasia, but I have something planned for tonight and I should go,” Lorelai

explained, gathering her things as she got off the couch. 

“But it‘s already so late, and Elliot will be home soon. Come on, stay for dinner,” Anastasia insisted 

“It‘s really so nice of you to offer, but I couldn‘t impose, not tonight at least. Dinner‘s on me next time, okay?”

Lorelai said, politely but firmly turning Anastasia down. 

“In that case, I‘ll see you some other day.” Anastasia walked with her out the door and to the car. 

Sliding into the driver‘s seat, Lorelai gave her a small wave and said, “Thanks for today. I‘ll see you around!” 

“Drive safe.” Returning the wave, Anastasia watched as the car pulled out of the porch and out the front gates. 

Presently, the vibrant sunset glow was cast over the garden, coating it in a warm golden hue. 

There were thoughts behind Anastasia‘s clear, bright eyes as she stood outside. She did not go back into the living

room. Instead, she glanced at the watch on her wrist. Jared should be home by now. 

As expected, the fleet of cars escorting the little boy pulled up outside the house but did not drive in. Jared leaped

out of one of the cars and dashed through the gates. He ran up to Anastasia when he saw her and asked happily,

“Mommy, were you waiting for me?” 

“Yes, I was,” she answered with an affectionate smile. 

He beamed and held her hand while exclaiming, “I love you so much, Mommy!” 

“I love you, too.” She reached out to ruffle his hair, then led him into the house. 

When Jared got into the living room and saw the kitten darting back and forth on the couch, he quickly set his bag

aside and began to play with the feline. The little furball had only grown cuter since they first got it. 

A little later into the evening, a black Bugatti sports car drove and parked on the car porch. The soft purr of the car

engine indicated that Elliot had returned.