Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Chapter 231 Be Reasonable Soon, Elliot drove Anastasia through a bridge, seemingly making his way to the beach. In the meantime, Anastasia was delighted, sitting in her new car while admiring the power of her new ride. Oh, | love my car so much! It’s like a wild horse that's sprinting freely in an empty space.

Not long after that, they arrived at a coastal freeway without any signs of other cars in sight. Then, he stepped out of the vehicle to let Anastasia sit in the driver's seat just when the lady noticed how immediately the man fasted his seatbelt and clamped the handle tightly with his hand. Does this man have no trust inat all? Are my driving skills that terrible? “Change the gear. Then, step on the accelerator gently and drive forward.” Under Elliot's instruction, Anastasia stepped on the accelerator gently to feel what it was like when her car slowly moved forward.

It was then that she began to feel more and more relieved as she curled her lips upward happily. At the stime, Elliot slowly lightened up as well, his eyes becoming gentler with a smile as he was seemingly influenced by her positive aura.

As Anastasia began to drive back and forth on the sroad, her grip on the steering becmore and more relaxed.

Meanwhile, she also started to get the hang of how much pressure she should put on the gas pedal, acting calmly, unlike her previous nervousness.

Not long after that, Elliot told her to continue driving forward as she did exactly what she was told. In the end, they arrived at a 5- star hotel, whereupon Elliot opened the door and stepped out of the car. “Why don’t you repay my favor by treatingto a meal?” Feeling happy about her new car, Anastasia raised her eyebrows and gave an affirmative reply. “Sure!” At that moment, her phone rang, at which point she took a closer look and tapped her forehead because she had just remembered she was supposed to treat Oliver to lunch that afternoon.

“I'm sorry, Oliver. I'm a little busy at the moment, so | don’t think | can meet you for lunch. Why don't | treat you to a meal later at night?” Anastasia postponed her appointment to the night, thinking she had more tto spare since Felicia had given her tto work on her draft.

“Alright, see you tonight then,” Oliver replied pleasantly.

“Sure, see you tonight.” Anastasia smiled, thinking she must repay the man’s favor with the dinner later for the help he had offered her earlier.As soon as Anastasia hung up the call, her eyes were met with the man’s menacing gaze like a hungry beast that was about to eat her. “What's wrong? Can’t wait to treat another man to a meal?” Elliot mocked Anastasia.

Anastasia speechlessly replied, “You dida favor, which is why I'm going to treat you to a meal now, but when someone else dida favor, don’t you think | should do the sto show my appreciation? Be reasonable, could you?” As someone who was rather sensitive with words, Elliot felt even more jealous after hearing Anastasia’s reply, wondering whether she was complaining about him. What kind of person was so kind enough to fix her computer in the middle of the night? At the thought of that, Elliot entered the restaurant with a darkened look.

When Anastasia was ordering their dishes, he appeared to be in a sulk and let her make all the decisions, which ruined her mood the moment she noticed his expression. Therefore, she propped her chin with her hands and stared at the man’s good looks with her big eyes.

This man is so handsthat I'd almost describe him as perfect if only he weren't so arrogant. After all, his sulky look is keeping all the ladies away from him. “What pissed you off, man? Did someone owe you money?” Anastasia teased the man.

Elliot glared at the lady with an intimidating gaze. “You mustn't fall for any other man besides me, Anastasia.” Needless to say, Anastasia could clearly tell that the man’s words were an order instead of a warning, but nonetheless, she had grown tired of hearing them again and again, so she squinted and looked him in the eye. “President Presgrave, I'm in a good mood today, but why must you ruin it?” Bothered by his pent-up emotions, Elliot felt as if he wanted to jump into the sea to calm himself down, but when Anastasia didn’t seem to care about that, he couldn't help but feel disheartened about that. I've been by her side for so long, so does she not feel my presence at all? “Anastasia, is your heart made of stone or something? Won't your heart melt for someone who seemed sympathetic to you?” Elliot's eyes were filled with resentment.

“President Presgrave, | think you should stop wasting your ton me. There is only enough room in my heart for two men in this world. One of them is my son, and the other one is my father.” Anastasia picked up the teacup, trying to play it cool, but she forgot that the tea she poured into the cup was still hot. Thus, she dropped it immediately and ended up making a fool out of herself.

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