Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

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Chapter 161 After sending Jared to school, Elliot did not go back to the company. Instead, he bought breakfast and returned to Anastasia’s home.

He still had the key to the house that Anastasia gave him.

With the breakfast in his hands, Elliot shot a look into the master room through the open doorway. Upon seeing the owner of the house bundled up in a blanket, he smiled before he walked out.

If Anastasia knew Elliot would be admiring her sleeping posture, she would've slept in a more better looking position. At that moment, she looked like a tame kitten that was sleeping soundly, and she would adjust into a different sleeping position every now and then.

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Even the man himself did not notice that his gaze upon her was extremely gentle, and there was nostalgia in his eyes when he looked at her.

Meanwhile, the sleeping woman was lying on the bed with all her limbs stretched out. The sun shone on her face, showing off her perfect skin and red lips, and it made her look very seductive.

This made Elliot want to bite into her as he was eager to know how she tasted.

Currently, Anastasia was wearing low-cut pajamas and her collarbone were exposed, making the man gulp unconsciously as his Adam's apple bobbed.

Although Elliot was always calm and collected, he fell apart in front of the woman. She always had a way of making his heart go haywire.

In the end, he decided to just not look at her, since he was very confident that she would belong to him sooner or later.

With that thought, Elliot stood up and left.

Anastasia’s biological clock would always wake her up as she did not have a habit of sleeping in. However, it was the blaring horn coming from the cars outside that truly made her feel awake in the end.

Opening her eyes, she then spaced out for a bit before getting out of bed. Slowly, she washed her face and brushed her teeth.

Walking out of her room to get a glass of water, she was scared out of her wits by the man sitting on her sofa.

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“You...” Anastasia stared at him wide-eyed, a hint of anger in her gaze as she questioned, “Why did you come back?!” “I brought breakfast for you.” Elliot replied with raised eyebrows.

Looking back at the door to her room, she found it to be wide open. So, was he in a position where he could simply look in on her whenever he wanted? Did he actually look at how | slept? Yet, Anastasia already knew the answer to this obvious question. It was evident that Elliot had done so. Did | drool in my sleep? Was | sleeping in a shameless position? Was | sleeptalking?! For reasons unbeknownst to her, Anastasia started to blush. Looking down, she was relieved upon seeing she still had on normal looking pajamas. Coughing lightly, she then said, “You can leave now.” “I'll wait for you to finish breakfast, then we can go to the company together.” “It's fine. I'll just take a cab. You don’t need to wait for me.” “But I'm willing to wait,” Elliot said in his low seductive voice without a hint of waver to it.

Frowning, Anastasia thought, Does he really think that this is his home? Why is he staying at this cramped three room apartment when he has a literal mansion he can live in? Because she was famished, she walked to the table before starting to eat the breakfast he brought her. Looking at the man sitting opposite to her, Anastasia pretended to be concerned as she asked, “Have you eaten?” “I have,” Elliot said as he glanced at her.

“What about your stomach? Is it any better?” When Anastasia asked him about this, she prayed that it had better not get worse.

Otherwise, she would feel guilt to no end.

“It's fine now. Please take more care of my stomach from now on, Miss Tillman.” The man said this with a snort and it was obvious that he was upset about yesterday's events.

Guiltily, Anastasia replied, “I understand. I'll watch out from now on.” Satisfied, Elliot smiled before stating, “Miss Tillman, you have a very adorable sleeping posture.” “Y-You are not to come into my bedroom from now on without my permission. That is my private space, understand?” Using her rights as the owner, she warned him.

Raising his eyebrows, Elliot answered her lazily, “Alright. | won’t enter it from now on.” Not believing him that easily, Anastasia snorted in response. “You better keep your word.” After breakfast, Anastasia chose to ride in his car but upon getting into his car, she found out that it was already 9.20 AM.

Goodness, my full attendance for this month is gone again!

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