Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 67

Elliot felt like he was in a trance as he watched Anastasia hold Jared close to her before settling the little boy down into bed.

Jared was probably so exhausted that the moment his head hit the pillow, he immediately wriggled to find a comfortable position and slept….

Having tucked her son in, Anastasia turned and gestured for Elliot to leave the room quietly.

He did as he was told and took long strides to get out of the room with Anastasia in his wake. After closing the door behind her, she let out a small sigh and said, “Thanks for tonight.”

“How will you thank me?” he asked, his voice low and magnetic as he eyed her curiously.

She frowned, and there was a bewildered look in her pretty eyes as she thought, How else can I thank him other than to literally say thank you’? “Uh… I could buy you a meal or something if you’d like?” she guessed, unsure if that was what he had been angling for.

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” he said dismissively.

out a breath of relief. Good, because I don’t

both turned to glance at the phone lying on the coffee table. Even

The only private space she had in the small apartment was her own bedroom, which was where she went in to take the call, though she left

“Hello, Nigel. What’s up?”

the night!” Nigel offered cheerily

see how the weather is brutal out

really worried about you and Jared. You’re

heart squeeze as she remembered that Elliot was still lingering around the apartment. She hastily replied, “No, no, don’t come over. Jared and I are about to call it a day

Elliot’s unhallowed presence had suddenly materialized in her bedroom. Not to mention, he was standing right behind her,

blinked her wide eyes at him. Heaven’s sake, why did he have to scare

slept with Nigel?”

know it’s rude to pry? She didn’t think he had a right to inquire into her personal life, but she was frank

with him?” he pressed, as if he simply must get to the bottom of this pertinent

him on account of all the help he had given her thus far. “We hugged as friends, if that’s

kissed?” he asked, getting more

to process what was going on at the moment. Why should I tell him everything just because he asked? Also, this guy is definitely getting more dangerous with each passing minute. I can’t have him stay here any longer! With a small smile, she pointed out, “It’s getting late, President Presgrave. Maybe you should be getting