Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 242 Oliver’s Excuse

Anastasia didn’t know why she would think of Elliot now and then even though they had already agreed to go back to being strangers. No, stop this, she chided herself. I have to stop thinking about him. I still have work tomorrow. She still had to work for a living, and she couldn’t afford to lose sleep right now. In fact, she had to catch up on rest.

However, the more she tried to convince herself to sleep, the harder it was for her to actually drift off into slumber. She gave up in the end, and at some point, sleep came to her without having to be beckoned.

Early the next morning, she woke up and opened her eyes blearily. Then, she reached for her phone and texted Oliver, telling him to meet her at the basement parking lot later.

Her phone rang shortly after, and she answered the call. “Hey there, Oliver. How much longer will you need?”

“Uh, Anastasia, I don’t think I can carpool with you anymore. I… I need to make a trip back to my hometown, and I’ll probably be there for half a year,” Oliver said on the other line.

“That’s sudden,” she remarked. “Did something happen back home?”

my parents company for a while. Anyway, don’t worry about me. Remember

kindly, “Well, you take

did not wane even after he had hung up, but he was admittedly relieved. After all, getting

a text from Felicia telling her to drive safely to work and that she had already helped her check into work. Upon reading this, Anastasia felt a

found herself maneuvering through the streets easily. She hardly hit any traffic on the way, and by the time she pulled into the company building’s basement parking lot, she deliberately chose not to park in the

office when Grace told her that Felicia wanted to see her. Since she didn’t

a rose-red suit today, adding a vibrant edge to her already-professional appearance. Although she was 36 this year, she was still full

she noticed

the ring on her finger. “You’re the first one

I hear

for now.” Felicia was known to have strong ideals, and

pleasantries, Felicia opened up a cabinet and produced an intricately-wrapped gift box. Then, she opened it to reveal an ornate jewelry case painted over

in earnest. To see them brought to life now made her feel like she was on cloud nine, and any other designer would relate to

she gazed at the jewelry proudly. “The workmanship and the design are flawless. If these weren’t limited edition pieces, I would have petitioned to have them sold at all

the client be coming