Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Chapter 201 Did You Sleep in My Bed? After breakfast, Anastasia grabbed her purse and made her way to the door. As she did so, she raised a brow and glanced at the man on the couch before saying, “President Presgrave, I'm going to pick up Jared now. Are you planning to stay here?” Exasperation filled Elliot when he heard this. He wanted to go with her, but the woman clearly had no intention of letting him accompany her.

He rose from the couch and said, “I'll drop you off at Nigel's place.” He didn’t sound like he would take ‘no’ for an answer.

“No, it's fine. | can get a cab.” “My car is right downstairs.” “I don't—" “I know where Nigel lives!” Elliot shot her a defiant look.

It was then that she realized she had indeed forgotten to ask for Nigel's address. She looked at the time, and upon seeing that it was only 7.30AM, she didn’t want to call Nigel.

“Well, only if you're free. | don’t want to impose—" “l am.” With that, Elliot turned and walked out the door.

Downstairs was Rey, who had already driven the car over. Elliot slid into the backseat while Anastasia followed suit.

Then, Anastasia addressed Rey out of concern, “Mr. Osbourne, | hope your father’s doing alright!” He replied with ease, “Thank you for asking, Miss Tillman. The surgery went very well.” “I'm glad to hear that,” she said with a genuinely happy smile.

Then, she noticed that the man next to her had put on a change of clothes. He was no longer dressed in the white shirt he had worn yesterday, but a gray one. She frowned slightly. Perhaps Rey brought him a change of clothes. Being the clean freak he is, he would never wear something from the night before.

Upon thinking about this, she wondered whether it meant that Elliot had taken a shower in her bathroom. Perhaps he showered last night, but did he sleep in my bed without any clothes?! It was as if her mind imploded at that moment. She swallowed and while she wanted to ask him about it, she didn’t want to do it in front of Rey.

Instead, she reached for her phone and texted her question to Elliot.

In the silence of the car, Elliot's phone chimed once with a new message. He picked up his phone and looked at the screen, on which was a text from Anastasia that read, ‘Did you sleep in my bed without clothes last night?’ A smirk curled on his lips as he turned to give her a cryptic look.

Anastasia took that as confirmation and glowered at him angrily. Ugh, who said he could sleep naked in my bed?! The man replied to her text with a devilish flair, ‘Don’t worry. My personal life is as spotless as it is orderly and | won’t cause you any trouble.’ As she read this, she felt rage well up in her, and she wanted nothing more than to beat him senseless.

The fact that he had history with Hayley irked her to no end, and her face was somber as she replied, ‘Don’t ever do it again.” When he saw her stormy expression, he knew that he couldn't afford to aggravate her anymore, so he typed, ‘I didn’t shower last night, and all | did was put on a change of clothes. Also, | didn’t sleep naked in your bed.’ Anastasia cast Elliot a skeptical look when she saw this.

Meanwhile, Rey couldn't help feeling awkward when he realized that the both of them were texting each other in the backseat.

Do they want to talk about something that I'm not supposed to be privy to? If that were the case, he wouldn't mind stopping the car somewhere and getting down to give them sprivacy.

Elliot emphasized with another message, ‘It’s true. | never lie.” With that, he turned to gaze at Anastasia steadily.

She blinked, choosing to believe him in the end.

Nigel's house was in a very fashionable and prestigious villa neighborhood where all the young scions of the city made their home. The villas featured state-of-the-art facilities, and they faced the quayside where a neat row of luxurious yachts had been docked.

Rey parked the car outside a grand-looking villa. Anastasia looked around and sighed, for she was sure that she would have been lost if she cinto the area alone.

“Thank you, President Presgrave. Have a safe journey back,” she said politely. Then, she opened the car door to get down.

However, she had only just stepped out of the vehicle when she saw that Elliot had gotten out as well. She gaped at him as if to silently ask him what he was doing.

He saw the question in her eyes and shrugged. “I haven't been by Nigel's place for a while. | think a cup of tea with an old friend would do nicely!” With that, he strode up to the front door like he owned the place.

Anastasia hurried after him and bit out in hushed tones, “President Presgrave, don’t you think you should cby for tea sother day?” She was going to have a lot of explaining to do if she were to be seen showing up at Nigel's house with Elliot.

“No,” Elliot answered imperiously before he reached out to ring the doorbell.

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