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She gulped a little. Whoa, is he a telepath like Anya? But I haven’t said anything yet. She took her
candles and went upstairs to decorate the room. By nine at night, she was already waiting for him on
the couch. Eventually she heard the sound of his footsteps. Her heart started beating faster with each
footstep. He’s here.
Elliot had taken his trench coat off, and he was wearing a dark shirt inside. His pants were wrapped
tightly around his taut, muscular legs. He came to her side and patted her head. “I’ll get showered.”
Elliot went to the bathroom and came back out in his pajamas twenty minutes later. The look in his
eyes was passionate enough to burn her up.
She knew he was thinking of her as a work of art, and he was admiring it.
He lay on the bed and beckoned to her. “Come here, Mrs. Presgrave. It’s bedtime.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe did not move. She refused to listen to him just like a cheeky child. Anastasia rested her chin on her
hands and smiled smugly. “No, I’m not sleepy yet.”
He laughed and heaved a sigh. “It’s my fault.”
Anastasia wondered why he said that, but then he got out of bed and came up to her. “I’ll run you
through an exercise routine. It’ll help with sleep.”
She wanted to run away, but he held her arm and pulled her into his embrace. At the same time she
looked up, he held the back of her head to press his lips against hers. She could feel that he her, as if
he would gobble her up right away. She opened her eyes a little and saw him looking at her, as if trying
to suck her in. She closed her eyes, her heart racing. She held his waist in embarrassment, and
halfway through the kiss, she felt herself getting lighter. He had picked her up, and they were heading
toward the bed.
He placed her down’ gently like she was the most important thing in the world to him. The kiss went on
and on, and she drowned in his love. She let her guard down, and she looked at her beloved, whose
face was illuminated by the light. She finally let go of what happened five years ago. If that was her
fate, then this
was the best outcome of it. She was fine with it, as long as he was there. She would never fall for
anyone else. He would be the only one she loved in this life.
“Anastasia,” he called out to her gently. “I love you,” he whispered.
The night was silent. Well, for the most part of it. The bedroom’s light remained on until dawnbreak.
Anastasia finally woke up at about eleven. The blinding sunlight made her turn away and scurry into
Elliot’s embrace.
He chuckled and gave her a kiss. She can be so shy sometimes. “Are you getting up, Mrs. Presgrave?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe leaned her head against his chest and shook her head. She wanted to hear his voice more. It was
lovely hearing him call her that.
Elliot looked at her nose, where the sunlight had gathered. Her skin was fair and gleaming pink. She
was adorable last night, and he wanted more.
Anastasia had decided to stay with him and do nothing the whole day.
It was then he asked, “So how did I do? Good?”
She thought, Yeah, too good. “Hmm… No comment.” She had no idea what to say.
“Ah, I see I haven’t done well. Looks like I have to work harder tonight,” he said on purpose.
She looked up at him and blurted, “Please, no. You did well.”
He was still not satisfied with that, and he smiled at her. “It’s my duty to make you happy.”
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