Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

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Chapter 316 Jealousy Being called out by him publicly, Aliona pretended to be shy and nodded. She then replied with a sweet smile, “Sure. I'll be there shortly.” “You're blessed, Miss Dora! President Presgrave treats you well,” a female designer said to Aliona.

“There's nothing between President Presgrave and me. Please don’t misunderstand,” Aliona replied smilingly. Then, she walked away with her documents in her hand.

At the same time, Anastasia was packing her belongings as well. For unknown reasons, she did not hold her notebook tightly and it fell onto the ground.

“Oh, it appears that someone was offended.” Alice took advantage of the situation to mock Anastasia.

To that, Anastasia ignored her and calmly picked her notebook up.

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However, Alice had no intention of letting Anastasia off the hook so easily. “Isnt being abandoned a terrible feeling, Anastasia? Your reign has ended, and Aliona has taken your place.” An emotionless Anastasia left the conference room in the midst of Alice’s mockery. Offended? Me? Impossible! There was nothing between Elliot and her at all. They had only kissed a few times where she had been taken advantage of several times by him as well. Those weren't a big deal.

The moment she returned to her office, she heaved a deep breath and intended to use the remaining working hours to revise her sketch. However, just when she was about to start working, an image of Elliot and Aliona flashed through her mind.

She imagined Aliona in Elliot's office with this man eagerly pressing Aliona down to the table.

Go away! Anastasia patted her own head, wanting to chase these messy thoughts away. What has happened to me? | must have been with this man for too long that | started having these dirty thoughts.

Her office phone rang at this instant and she answered it immediately, “Hello.” “I'm going over to your place for dinner tonight. Prepare my portion as well.” Elliot's deep and mesmerizing voice resonated.

She somehow seemed to pull her rage from the air and responded indifferently, “Tonight I'm not going to cook. President Presgrave, please eat your dinner outside with Aliona.” “Why are you not cooking?” he asked curiously.

“No reason,” she answered again stoically.

“Fine. Drive carefully when you're picking Jared up later.” “I don’t need your concern,” Anastasia stubbornly responded, and she ended the conversation right away.

In the president's office, the man who had just ended a call couldn't stop smiling because he knew that Anastasia was jealous.

Well, she only had herself to blame for getting so close with Alex. Since she had enraged Elliot, he had to return the favor as well.

In the afternoon, Anastasia and Jared had returned home. She bought sausages on the way and decided to make them for dinner.

“Mom, is Mr. Presgrave coming later? Should we buy more?” He immediately thought of Elliot when he saw the sausages.

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“He's not coming, and he won't be coming anymore in the future,” she replied while preparing the sausages.

Jared's eyes immediately widened as he inquired, “Why?” “Because... he's busy.” She simply stuffed him with an excuse. She couldn't possibly tell her son that Elliot was busy dating, could she? Although this was something that Jared should know sooner or later, Anastasia decided to keep it from him at the moment. She regretted allowing him to become so close with Elliot in the first place, as he had grown attached to Elliot and even bore expectations for Elliot as well. She had no idea how to get her son out of this relationship.

After finishing the sausages, Jared knew that she was busy and he played by himself.

In the wee hours, when Jared was already asleep, Anastasia, on the other hand, wasn't sleepy at all. Some images kept on appearing in her mind including that of Elliot kissing her. All of these were like ants that persistently scratched at her heart.

His breath, his domineering strength, his possessive gaze, his approaching lips...

Frustrated, she rolled on the bed again and had tried a variety of laying positions but still couldn't fall asleep.

Each domineering kiss from Elliot became vivid in her mind, and the more she thought about them, the angrier she became.

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