Chapter 113 Jared?
- As Elliot stared at Anastasia's long, messy hair that hung from the edge of the pillow, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes a little. He was like a silent, predatory beast that was inching closer toward its prey. Meanwhile, the woman—his prey—didn't realize a thing as he sat down by the edge of the bed and watched her sleeping soundly. Her perky red lips made her appear especially seductive.
- When he saw a clump of hair covering her eyes, he instinctively reached over to brush her hair aside. However, the moment he touched her face, the girl let out a mumble—she was talking in her sleep. All of a sudden, she held onto his large palm. "Stop messing around, Jared. Let your mommy sleep for a bit," she muttered.
- Elliot's eyes widened a little. Does she think I'm her son right now? Soon enough, the woman wrapped her hands around Elliot's arm before rubbing her face against it. It was almost as if she were rubbing her face against Jared's head. Elliot had no choice but to lean closer and play along so that she wouldn't wake up.