Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

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Chapter 100 Elliot was drinking water as he leaned against the doorway, watching Anastasia bustle about. When Anastasia turned to look, she realized straight away that the mug in the man’s hand belonged to her.

She went hot in the face. “This is my mug.” “Oh! What's the problem?” The man raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing in a smile.

Anastasia suggested a little awkwardly, “We have disposable cups here, so why don’t you use that instead?” “We've kissed before, so what are you worried about?” Elliot's lips curved into a grin as he mused about how ridiculous she was acting.

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Anastasia decided not to bother him anymore, and at that moment, she was even more convinced that letting him into her house was not a good idea.

Therefore, Anastasia continued cutting and washing vegetables in the kitchen. She had casually pinned her originally loose hair behind her head with a hair clip, and the few loose strands of hair added to her allure. The man continued drinking from her mug as he let his mind wander. The more he thought, the thirstier he became.

“Why don’t you sit on the couch? I'll feel pressured if you stand here, and it'll affect my performance.” Anastasia turned to look at the man. She simply didn't like the idea of him staring at her; it stressed her out a lot.

Elliot smiled and turned to walk back to the couch. However, he still picked a spot where he could watch her, after which he continued appreciating her in his lazy yet appealing manner. He didn’t know when he started to get attracted to every movement this woman made. It was as if he could never have enough of her.

Anastasia stir-fried the vegetables while she got some soup cooking, so busy that she began sweating. She realized too late that she really should have insisted on eating out, so she wouldn't be so tired right now.

Finally, the meal was ready. Anastasia placed the food on the table, then found the man on the balcony. Her laundry was hanging just above his head, and he could see her underwear if he looked up.

— “Ahem... President Presgrave, lunch is ready.” Anastasia hastily’ called him in.

However, Elliot had already seen all there was to see, realizing the woman's cup size was larger than he had expected. It made him happy for some reason, as if he were involved somehow.

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The man was true to his word, for he wasn't picky with the food at all. He ate gracefully, as if he were dining at a high-class restaurant. While Anastasia drank a bowl of soup and ate some food, she found that the man had a pretty good appetite. She was already done with her meal, but he was still savoring his food bit by bit.

She couldn't help but feel a little proud. Perhaps her cooking was really that remarkable? Anastasia went to the bathroom and washed her face, then reapplied some light makeup on her face, as her previous makeup had faded because of her sweat.

Finally, the man finished eating, after which he drank from her mug again. She was a little thirsty too, so she could only get a disposable cup and drink cold water from it.

Anastasia moved the dishes into the kitchen and decided to wash them later that night. She looked at her watch and said, “President Presgrave, we should get going.” “Let's rest for a while.” With that, Elliot raised his head, then closed his eyes and rested on her couch.

Anastasia was speechless. Is he trying to take a nap at my house? Anastasia couldn't force him to leave, so she took the opportunity to clean up the house. She saw a pile of her son’s toys on the couch and went over to pick them up. She then spotted some Lego pieces scattered next to the man, so she reached over to take them as well. Just then, the man’s lush eyelashes fluttered open to reveal a predator’s haughty glare. His large hand swiftly grabbed her wrist and pulled her.

Anastasia was yanked into the man’s arms, and she fell on top of him. In the next second, her waist was held tight, and with a quick turn, the man was now pinning her onto the couch.

“You... Elliot, watch yourself.” Anastasia sent him a warning glare. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to let him in, for this man was a beast who could get in the heat without warning:

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