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.