Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Chapter 330 How Was Your Saturday Night? “Mommy, when is Mr. Presgrave coming over to eat with us? | miss him so much!” Jared was in bed refusing to sleep as he yearned to see Elliot again.

Looking at his longing expression as she sat in front of his bed, Anastasia really didn’t want to give the young boy any false hope. She was afraid that Elliot would leave them again someday.

Even though his rumors with Aliona turned out to be false, Anastasia didn’t have the confidence that it wouldn't ctrue with the next woman he met.

“Jared, you can miss him, but would it be alright if you miss him in your mind?” The young boy didn’t reply and instead stared at her with big, clear eyes. “Mommy, do you miss him?” he asked in return.

There was no way she could lie as she looked into her son's innocent eyes, so she nodded and confessed, “Yup, | miss him too.” “Can you court him then, Mommy? We can always be together with him if you manage to marry him!” The child encouraged her as he let out a series of silly laughter.

My son is worried about this for me! she mused, her cheeks turning red. She then reached out to caress him on his head. “Con, leave the adult matters to the adults. You are too young to worry about this. Tto sleep!” Jared had no choice but to obediently close his eyes then. As she looked at her son's face, her heart started beating faster when she realized how much he looked like Elliot with each passing day. Just what is going on? she thought.

Every line and shadow on his face looked like Elliot's, only mini-sized. It was as though Elliot and Jared were father and son.

After she made sure that she had properly covered Jared with the blanket, she went back to her room and spent the quiet night letting thoughts pass through her clear mind.

She felt tingly and numb all over when she recalled how she had vomited all over herself and Elliot, and even let him wash her.

How could I let an adult man bath me? Thinking of that, she felt so bashful her whole head seemed to have turned red.

Monday cafter a well spent weekend. She went and had a chat with Jared's teacher after she sent him to his classroom.

According to the teacher, Jared was a polite and mature boy. Not only was he not afraid of being in a new environment, he had also shown high intelligence. All the other kids in his class liked him.

Anastasia felt relieved after hearing the teacher’s words. She was happy that her son had a good personality that attracted people to him.

After the visit to the kindergarten, she made her way to Bourgeois. The first place she went to after entering the Department of Design was Felicia’s office. Felicia had also just arrived moments ago and when she saw Anastasia walking in, she put down the cup of coffee in her hand to ask Anastasia with a smile, “How was your Saturday night?” Anastasia’s face instantly felt hot at that. “Don’t even mention it, Felicia,” she whined.

Felicia could tell that their relationship was back on track when she saw how Anastasia was acting, and she couldn’t help but feel happy for her friend. “Truth be told, | always had a feeling that President Presgrave isn’t someone who would so easily have a change of heart. You should have faith in him.” Anastasia couldn't say anything in regards to that. It was only Elliot's punishment for her, after all. Even though it seemed like a terrible joke now that she looked back at it, it was for a fact that she had been through a miserable tbecause of the incident.

She felt just like a mardy woman who had been cast aside.

“Felicia,” Anastasia sincerely called out to her. “Thank you for taking care and protectingall this time.” “I like being friends with genuine people.” Felicia quietly threw her a compliment.

Hearing that, Anastasia smiled with her lips pressed together. “Thank you. You can askif you ever need my help with anything. You don’t have to hold back.” “Sure! Just don’t forget aboutwhen you becPresgrave Group's lady boss,” Felicia jokingly said.

The color quickly cback to dust Anastasia’s cheeks again and she held her head and laughed, “Stop teasing me, Felicia.

You can't joke about something like this.” Felicia only disregarded Anastasia’s words and continued making fun of her. “Why not? It might just happen one day. | have to build a good relationship with you before that day comes.” She had a strong feeling that her words might ctrue in the end.

Felicia’s assistant knocked on her door right this moment. The person was carrying a whole stack of files in her hands as she walked in. “Felicia, all these will need your signature before 10:00AM.” Not wanting to disturb her any further, Anastasia automatically went and pushed the door open to return to her own office.

As Grace poured her a cup of coffee, Anastasia clicked open the file that she used to save her drafts. The inspiration she had lost two days ago had seemingly returned to her in that instant.

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