Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 198

“My stomach hurts… Do you have anything to eat at home?” Elliot raised his head and asked. After drinking so much alcohol tonight, his stomach, which has always sustained itself on high grade whole foods, naturally could not take it.

“Wait here. I’ll cook some noodles for you.” With that, Anastasia then went to the kitchen.

Sitting on the sofa, he smiled warmly as he watched the person in the kitchen busying herself.

No matter what she said, she still cared about him. It was just that she did not want to admit it.

After ten minutes, Anastasia came out holding a bowl of noodles, of which the noodles were of low sodium. Normally, she would cook this for her son, but she now used it all to feed the man.

Walking over, Elliot ate it without hesitation. Looking at the man under the light, it was even more evident that Jared’s face resembled his.

Wait! What nonsense am I thinking about? They just have similar looking features, that’s all.

While Elliot was eating the noodles, Anastasia went to clean up her room. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat upon discovering that it was already 9 PM. Goodness! I haven’t even picked up my son yet!

“Elliot, you’ll have to leave after eating. I need to go pick Jared up,” urged Anastasia.

him up. It’s not safe for you, going out alone late

“Isn’t Rey’s father hospitalized?”

seconds before stating, “I’ll let my

Picking it up, she said, “Hello, Nigel. I’ll

rascal has already fallen asleep here. Just let him stay over at my place.” On

the

I’d

and sleep with him for one

let Jared sleepover just for tonight. I’ll pick him up

Are you done with work? Are you outside or

“I’m at home.”

mine exactly when I was young. Say, don’t

she commented, “Jared resembles

If you don’t believe me, I can send my childhood pictures for you to see. The resemblance

as you looked good as

implying that I’m handsome

“You always were handsome.”

you like me too.” Nigel laughed out happily on the other end of

to laughter by his joke,

at that moment, the man who was still eating the noodles at the