’I want to take charge of Bourgeois," Anastasia said as she looked up at Elliot. Francis initially wanted her to continue managing Tillman Constructions, but she had no interest whatsoever in building materials, so he decided that he would hand the business over to Elliot after retirement.

"Alright, then. You'll be the commander-in-chief for Bourgeois from tomorrow onward." Elliot said. He couldn’t care less about profit margins and operating costs as long as his wife could amuse herself. He would always be there as a safety net for her.

Warmth surged through Anastasia when she heard this, but before she could thank him. he added, "Go and do whatever you like. Don’t you worry about a thing, because I'm always going to be here to catch you when you fall, okay?"

In that quiet room. Elliot's tender love and indulgence for Anastasia seemed audible in his words. He sounded firm and assuring, making her heart skip a beat. Upon hearing the solemn promise underlying his bold statement, she felt like she was in the safest harbor, protected by some great, universal force.

She could do whatever she liked, and if she messed things up. he would always be there to help her gel through it. She did not need to worry about a thing, because he was the fort that would keep her shielded from the brutal consequences of failure.

That said. Anastasia knew taking over Bourgeois was not just a game she decided to play on a whim. Now that she had voiced out her desire to run it, she would have to make her words count and show him she was not just doing it out of fun.

She had a duty to be a belter version of herself, because how else would she live up to the name of being Elliot's wife?

the night. She got out of

staying on the third floor while Arthur and Emily were resting on the second. While heading downstairs, she kept her footfalls as quiet as possible, so much so that she

to the first floor and hurried into the kitchen, following the low hum of the refrigerator. She thought a cold drink was suitable in light of the rising temperatures as they welcomed the beginning of

her. "What arc

but she did so loo quickly and ended up bumping her head against the

up on me like that? For heaven s sake, you had me half-scared to death!" she snapped, rubbing the sore spot on

as well. The refrigerator light cast a warm glow on both of their silhouettes as

carton of milk on the lop row of the refrigerator and reached up to grab it. However, her fingertips could barely brush it. She was just about to give up when a large hand easily grabbed it and handed it to her. As she look over the milk, she looked up al the man to thank him, only to

before coming downstairs. His ink-colored hair was currently tousled over his forehead, unlike during the day. He was peering

He looked breathtaking.

and he looked down with narrowed

Oh, uh, nothing," Sophia muttered lamely,

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