Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 79

“No, I don’t.” Anastasia frowned while giving him a reply.

Thus, Elliot returned to the couch and sat down, keeping an eye on the lady as she prepared a meal for all three of them in the kitchen. At that moment, he somehow felt as if there was an energy in the small apartment that rid him of his tiredness and made him feel relaxed.

Within an hour, Anastasia made Jared’s favorite mushroom chicken, several vegetable dishes, and corn soup made with bone broth. On the other hand, Elliot remained seated on the couch while watching her for that one hour, somehow feeling he couldn’t have enough of it the longer he kept his eyes on her. What’s wrong with me?

Meanwhile, Jared intentionally hid in the room because he wanted to give Elliot and his mother some private space so that they could grow on each other. Deep down, he wished that Elliot could be his father one day. Despite the child’s young age, he could tell that his mother only treated Nigel as her friend, thinking that she had no intention of marrying him at all. Therefore, he was trying to see whether Anastasia would fall for Elliot instead.

When Anastasia served the dishes, she coldly stared at the man who was sitting on the couch in a graceful and handsome manner. “Dinner time.” Then, she went to her son’s room and knocked on the door to tell him that dinner was ready.

at the man on the couch. “Mr. Presgrave, let’s

and was greeted by the sight of those appetizing dishes. Although they were all home-cooked dishes, he found them even more tantalizing than the food from

kitchen before she caught sight of the man laying the table. She

dishes on Elliot’s plate. “How is my mom’s cooking, Mr. Presgrave?” he

-“Not bad.”

join us

answered almost

to make my life so hard? It’s tiring enough for me to come home from work after a long day, and now I’m supposed to cook

pay? The boy looked at the man with his

directly answered, “Sure, I’ll raise her pay tomorrow.” Then, Anastasia pondered for a while and realized the next day was the fifth of the

him. By the time it was 8.30PM, Anastasia looked at the man who was sitting on her son’s bed and told him the time, implicitly suggesting that he should leave. “It’s getting late,