Night of Destiny

Anastasia glared at Elliot as she tried to push him away, and her voice was laced with warning as she said, “What are you doing, Elliot?”

The man’s gaze was dark and deep, like a knocked-over pot of ink. He gritted his teeth and growled, “Anastasia, | can satisfy you if you need a man.”

A buzz shot through Anastasia’s mind. What nonsense is this man saying?

Just then, the elevator doors opened with a ding. A few hotel guests were standing outside, gaping at their intimate pose. Immediately, Anastasia pushed the man on top of her away and ran out of the elevator, fleeing the scene. She decided to let him off the hook for once, since he literally saved her tonight.

Afterward, Anastasia decided to hail a cab home, but she couldn’t see any cabs at the hotel entrance at this hour. As she was. about to walk further to the main road for her ride, a man’s low voice rang out behind her. “I'll take you home.”

“It's okay. | don’t want to trouble you,” Anastasia replied, turning to look at the man.

“Why? Am I so untrustworthy to you?” Elliot was angry as his large hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her with him as he walked toward his car. Since she couldn't break free, she could only follow him to his car before he opened the door to the passenger seat and pushed her in.

Anastasia helplessly got in. She had gone through enough surprises tonight, so her legs were wobbly, and she felt like her body was emptied out. Being reminded of something, she quickly grabbed her phone and glanced at it to find that the man hadn’t replied.

At that moment, she really wished that the man would just disappear from her world once and for all, never appearing ever again.

Elliot hadn’t driven for long when Anastasia’s phone rang. It was a call from Nigel.

Anastasia picked it up. “Hello, Nigel.”

As soon as Anastasia finished talking, she could feel a sharp glance directed at her.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hello, Anastasia. Did you call? | was busy just now, so | didn’t notice.” Nigel’s voice — was terribly apologetic.

“It's fine now, don’t mind me. | accidentally pressed the wrong button,” Anastasia said while trying to seem as natural as possible. “I'll see you tomorrow at noon, and then we can have lunch together.”.

“Sure! See you tomorrow at noon, then.”

“Did you miss me? | miss you a lot.” Nigel took the opportunity to confess.

“All right, see you tomorrow!” Anastasia laughed as she ended the call. As she stashed her phone back into her bag, a man’s low and upset voice asked beside her, “So, the first person you called for help was Nigel?”

T LETTER Anastasia was stunned, but she nodded earnestly. “Yes, but Nigel didn’t pick up.”

“So when you get in trouble, the first person you think of isn’t me but Nigel?” the man questioned again, as if looking for confirmation.

“Thank you for tonight.” No matter what, Anastasia was sincerely grateful for his help. “How are you going to thank me?” Elliot turned to look at her, a meaningful look in his eyes.

Anastasia pursed her lips. “I'll treat you to a meal.”

“All right, then. Cancel the lunch appointment with Nigel tomorrow, and treat me to lunch instead,” the man said on purpose. Anastasia was puzzled. Why is he insisting on tomorrow? “Fine, I'll treat Nigel to dinner instead, so the lunch is yours.” Anastasia rearranged her schedule.

Unexpectedly, this arrangement made the man even more upset. “So Nigel is more important than | am to you?” he asked with a snort.

Anastasia went speechless.

What is this man getting all jealous about? I’ve known Nigel for a few years, but Elliot and | only knew each other for a short while!Also, isn’t Nigel his cousin? What's his deal?

Anastasia sighed and smiled in exasperation. “All right, then, President Presgrave. What about this? I'll treat you to both lunch and dinner tomorrow.”

He'll have the entire day to himself, so he should be happy now, right?