Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Chapter 232 The New Driver Overwhelmed by her panic, Anastasia covered her mouth and reached for the tissue paper while Elliot, who was sitting opposite her, immediately showed his concern. “Did the tea scald you? Show me.” Anastasia covered her mouth, shaking her head. “I-I'm fine.” It's just my tongue that got scalded.

Therefore, Elliot quickly sent for the waiter to get Anastasia a glass of ice water to cool her scalded tongue off. When the seafood was served, the lady began to dig in happily and indulge herself in it, but nonetheless, Elliot was calm and graceful like he usually was, even in front of the mouthwatering seafood. After all, he had grown up trying all kinds of nice food and was hardly impressed with the seafood Anastasia was enjoying.

In the meantime, Anastasia was biting the crab leg like a hungry little kitten, making sure she bit off all the flesh underneath the shells as she demonstrated just how strong her teeth were by leaving nothing behind.

“Watch out for your teeth.” The man reminded her out of kindness with a pair of furrowed brows on his face.

Halfway through their meal, Elliot got up from his seat and excused himself. Meanwhile, Anastasia was satisfied with her meal as she turned her attention to the window and noticed how beautiful the scenery was. Wow! There seemed to be no boundaries across the sea, and the yachts that were sailing on it made this scene look even more relaxing. | wish it could take away all the problems that are bothering me. When Elliot returned to his seat once again, he took a look at the ton his watch and said, “It's tto go now.” “Alright, wait forhere while | foot the bill.” Anastasia finished her words and stood up from her seat.

“No need for that. | just took care of it.” Elliot looked at her in a mischievous manner, stunning Anastasia as she was bewildered why he would beat her to it and foot the bill.

What?! Why was he desperate to foot the bill? “Why did you rush to pay the bill? Are you obsessed with footing restaurant bills?” Anastasia felt slightly unhappy that the man wouldn't let her treat him to a meal, even though she was ready to do it.

“Let's go.” Elliot ignored the lady's complaint and gracefully made his way to the restaurant's exit, turning many heads with the glamorous aura that he gave off in the process. At the stime, there were a few other women sitting at the table on the other side, as they couldn't take their eyes off the handsman.

Needless to say, Anastasia naturally becthe person that those ladies envied, which was something she frequently experienced ever since Elliot entered her life. The next moment, Anastasia followed behind Elliot and reached her car, proudly reaching for her car keys to open the door. However, she soon saw Elliot walking toward the front passenger seat and called out to him. “President Presgrave, why are you sitting there? You need to helpdrive my car back.” “No, you're going to drive it yourself.” Elliot opened the car door and gave Anastasia an indifferent reply.

“Wait a second! But we're going back to the city!” Anastasia felt her anxiety surging through her, but as she saw the man sitting in her front passenger seat, she could only stomp her feet helplessly and brace herself for what she must do. Then, she saw the man fastening his seatbelts with his hand on the handlebar above his head like he had a severe phobia of female drivers. Thus, Anastasia playfully scared Elliot and said, “Sit tight, President Presgrave. Your new female driver is about to hit the road.” “Stop messing around and focus on the road.” Elliot tilted his head, lecturing Anastasia and urging her to take her driving seriously.

After that, Anastasia nervously hit the road, driving on a highway that stretched all the way from the coast to the city. At first, she was driving comfortably in the light traffic with barely any cars on the road, but as the traffic got heavier and heavier, she began to feel so uneasy and stressed out that her palms and forehead started to sweat.

Upon entering the urban area, Anastasia couldn’t help but murmur in a fidgety manner. “Why do the people behindkeep urging me? Am | driving in the wrong lane?” “President Presgrave, can you tellwhen | can switch to another lane?’ “Is the map directingthe wrong way? | don’t seem to be driving on the right path, President Presgrave.” “Why is the car in front ofmoving so slow? Even a tortoise moves faster than it. Now, how do | overtake this car?” “Why are you urging me, idiot?! Can't you treat new drivers better on the road?” As Anastasia began to lose her temper, the man standing beside her reminded her to stay calm. “You need to keep a cool head when you're driving.” Anastasia replied in frustration, “What's he doing?! If | hadn't stepped on the brake in time, | would have crashed into him.” After traveling for a few moments, a sports car suddenly sped past Anastasia’s car, shocking her so much that she turned her steering to the side while Elliot looked at her in bewilderment.

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