Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Chapter 165 “She’s so generous. She shared such expensive flowers with the entire office” At that point, Elliot paused in his tracks and his handsome face significantly darkened. He strode back toward the direction of the working area and instantly, he saw that every single vase of all of the staff in the office was adorned with a stalk of red rose.

From his observation, it was in fact the imported roses that he had carefully hand-picked from the florist before his morning meeting. That woman just gave it away after taking a glance at it?! His handsome face was as cold as ice and there was an annoyed look in his eyes. He turned around and walked back toward the meeting room. Subsequently, he yanked open the door and hollered toward the woman inside, “Anastasia, come and see me in my office.” After he had said that, he added, “Now.” His tone of voice caused everyone in the meeting room to tense up as they directed slightly sympathetic looks at the woman specifically mentioned by Elliot. Deep down, they thought to themselves, What sort of major mistake has she committed this time? Why is the big boss using such a commandeering tone of voice? Slightly shocked, Anastasia collected her belongings and got out of her seat. Then, she walked out and shut the door to the meeting room behind her. “President Presgrave, is there something urgent?” “Let's talk in my office.” He spoke through clenched teeth and strode on ahead toward the direction of the elevator.

Meanwhile, Anastasia was quite confused. How did | offend him anyway? Is it because of the suggestion for that patisserie earlier on? But | didn’t insist on it, though! It's entirely up to him! In the elevator, Anastasia could clearly feel the tense vibe in the air and she glanced at the tall, strapping man next to her who had his arms crossed. He seemed quite angry at the moment.

“How's your gastritis? Are you feeling better now?” She took the chance to express her concern.

However, Elliot continued to ignore her and as soon as the elevator doors slid open, he strode out immediately with his long legs.

As for Anastasia, she trailed behind him awkwardly.

The moment she entered Elliot's office, she saw him turn around all of a sudden and his tall, well-built figure approached her.

Frightened, she took a step backward but she found her back hit against the door. Meanwhile, he placed both of his hands by each side of her shoulders as he held her captive against the door.

“Anastasia Tillman, do you actually dislike the flowers | gave you so much?! Why did you share it with the others just like that?!” Elliot's deep, dark eyes were clearly smoldering with anger.

In response. Anastasia blinked her eyes a few times. Oh—so he’s mad about this! “You sent me a lot of flowers but | don’t know how to maintain them, so | shared them with the others in the oflice. That's much better than having the flowers wither in my hands, right?” Anastasia tried hard to come up with an excuse, but it sounded quite feeble.

“I hand-picked every single stalk of the roses today, so how dare you waste my efforts like that?!” Elliot's warm breath hit the skin on her face, and he looked quite angry to the point that he seemed to be about to devour her.

Shortly after that, he did exactly that. He leaned forward and bit Anastasia with his thin lips just below her clavicle underneath her shirt.

At that moment, Anastasia had her guard down so she yelped out in pain and surprise. “Ah!” After Elliot had bitten her, he continued to stare at her with a sullen look on his face. “This is just a minor punishment. | won't let you off the hook so easily next time if you disregard my gift again.” In response, Anastasia reached out to shove him before retorting confidently, “Well, | could always give you back a bouquet of flowers!” “Yes, it is possible to pay me back with another bouquet of flowers, but are you able to compensate for the effort | put into it?” Elliot spoke up in a hoarse voice and his expression was quite upset.

Meanwhile, Anastasia was lost in thought for a moment, but she then pushed him aside insistently. “You know that I'm not going to appreciate your gifts, so you should just stop giving me anything from now on. Otherwise, you're surely going to be upset again if | get rid of it.” Suddenly, Elliot took two steps backward and he continued to stare intently at her with his deep, dark eyes. His brows were furrowed and he looked as if his feelings were hurt.

Anastasia’s eyes met his and she suddenly realized that her words were too scathing, At that moment, she apologized to him.

“I'm sorry. | apologize if my words hurt your feelings.” Instantly, the coldness dissipated from Elliot's eyes and there seemed to be a glimmer of warmth that shone through. However, he maintained a demanding tone of voice as he commanded, “Anastasia, | don’t want my efforts to be cast aside like trash again.” Feeling slightly stunned, Anastasia pulled open the door and merely responded, “Then you'd better not send me any gifts. I'll still choose to cast anything that you give me aside.” At that, the man left in the office stood there with a defeated look on his handsome face. He remained silent for a short while before walking off to stand in front of the full-length windows. His elongated and strapping figure exuded loneliness as he was basked under the dusk light from outside.