Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 89

Anastasia realized Elliot didn’t take the t-shirt with him after he entered the bathroom. While Jared went back to his room to play with his Lego, she started tidying the living room and lost track of time.

When Anastasia heard the door to the bathroom opening, she turned around instinctively to see Elliot, whose hair was wet, coming out wearing nothing but his slacks.

Under the light’s illumination, his strong physique was completely exposed, revealing his refined shoulder blades and collar bones, as well as his defined abdomen muscles. As Elliot didn’t have his belt on yet, Anastasia couldn’t help but feel threatened by his presence right there and then.

Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but go into a trance as this was her first time seeing such a perfect male built. As a perfectionist, Anastasia really wanted to sneak a few more glances at Elliot.

“Are you done with staring?” Elliot’s sore throat made his voice sound slightly hoarse, while Anastasia’s face flushed quickly before she lowered her head and wiped the table in a hurried manner to act as if she was busy.

Your t-shirt is on the couch,” she

Elliot took long strides toward the couch before wearing the yellow t-shirt. Just then, his gaze landed on Anastasia’s

agitated due to the shower

same time, Anastasia was shocked. Although she hadn’t seen Elliot’s phone, she was sure that his

my room,” Anastasia said before she quickly followed him to

Elliot was looking around the bed, she reached his side before she was grabbed by her arms and forced to fall into the man’s firm chest. Within the next second, Anastasia’s

the sweet scent of Anastasia’s lip,

Since when did this woman become so charismatic that she could arouse me with

dare he trick me into my room to take

didn’t want Jared to run into this scene since the house was small, so she could only try to push Elliot away forcefully while

Elliot was shocked. Why does this feel so familiar? This is just like what happened that night five years ago. This sweet, unforgettable scent, this moan of

his urge to dominate her. Right then, someone’s leg tripped onto another, and the two

Elliot’s grip before she glared at the man on the bed with a disheveled look and cursed, “Elliot, you