Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

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Chapter 1962

While he stood in the elevator, Connor, being in his fifties, sensed that Aida now looked down on him and no longer cared about

him as much as before.

As he rode hon his motorcycle, he nearly ran into a car and ended up crashing to the ground himself. Seeing that, a young

man arrogantly scolded him through the car window, “Learn how to ride a bike, you old geezer!”

Connor went dumbfounded all at once. All of a sudden, he recalled that when he still drove a Bentley, he was respected

everywhere he went, and now, he had fallen to the point where he was scolded for riding a motorcycle. In an instant, the contrast

struck him and rendered him distressed and filled with regret.

If he had taken care of Ellen and shared the money with her back then, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation. If his wife and

daughter hadn't spent the money frivolously and exercised a little restraint, they would at least have smoney left.

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After crawling up from the ground, he patted. the dirt off his clothes and lifted his motorcycle off the ground before heading home.

Once he returned, Olivia scurried over and demanded, “Why are you always so late? What have you been doing?”

Looking at her hideous, revolting expression, Connor boiled with anger and roared, “What | do is none of your business!” Olivia was

taken aback by the fact that he dared to raise his voice at her.

“Connor, | can’t believe you dared to yell at me. It's just my luck that | decided to stay with you!” Saying that, she slammed the

door shut and locked herself in her room to sob.

Connor slumped on a chair, realizing that life really was rough now that he was strapped for cash.

It was half past eleven when Ellen finished her shower and returned to her room. As her phone was switched off, she read a book

to pass time, and as she was reading, she gradually grew drowsy.

After she drifted off to sleep, al nightmare suddenly haunted her. In her dream, it was as if there was an evil ghost that she couldn't

get rid of, appearing in every corner of her room.

Ellen woke up with a start. When she opened her eyes and glanced at the alarm clock by her bed, it was exactly one in the

morning. She instantly hugged herself close, a strong panic she had never felt before shrouding her, and once her fearful thoughts

began, she couldn't drive them away.

Feeling as if she was going to lose her mind if she didn’t find an outlet, Ellen yanked the door open and ran hurriedly in the

direction of the master bedroom. When she arrived, she found that the door was ajar, and the inside was dimly lit.

At that point, she completely disregarded. the boundaries she should be keeping and stepped inside. However, upon seeing the

man on the gray bed, she was shocked. He's not asleep yet, and is still working?

“You haven't slept?” she asked sheepishly. “I was waiting for you.” Jared smiled in reply having expected that she would end up

looking for him later that night out of fear.

Ellen blinked, the courage she had just mustered to barge into his room dissipating into thin air as she flushed red, not knowing if

she should enter. “Chere.” He shifted his body, generously sharing his bed by leaving a large space for her to sleep on.

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Ellen swallowed. Frankly speaking, she didn’t. want to stay alone in her room now. Over the past two days, she had been highly

tense and couldn't even sleep soundly as she kept having nightmares. All she wanted now was a good night's sleep, and the only

way she could do that was to stay by this man’s side.

She bit her lips and looked at his soft bed that was tempting her intensely under the light. With a gulp, she took a step toward the

bed and asked in a small voice, “Won't | bother you?”

“In that case, you can sleep on my bed, and I'l sleep on the couch.” At that, he lifted his sheets and got off the bed. Although he

was clad in sleepwear, his figure was still as alluring as ever.

“No, no, you take the bed, and I'll sleep on the couch,” Ellen refused. She did not dare to chase the owner of the house away, and

she was more than willing to sleep on his couch anyway.

Jared raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to sleep on the couch?”

Ellen nodded, thinking that sleeping on the couch was the best choice for her. She headed outside to retrieve her blanket and soon

returned with it in her hands. Jared's large couch was just as warm as a bed.

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