Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 297 Elliot, Stop It…

Anastasia’s heart softened, and she sighed, “What do you want, then?”

“Don’t you know what I want?” Elliot threw the question back to her again. It would be meaningless if he had to tell her step-by-step about wanting her to love him.

Seeing that the conversation had come to a dead end, she suddenly thought of something before she stood up and said, “Thank you for taking care of us all this while, President Presgrave. It is late. We should get some rest. Good night.”

She was just about to walk past him when he, too, stood up from the sofa as he held her by the wrist. “Please don’t go. Don’t take Jared away from me,” he pleaded.

Upon hearing that, Anastasia stopped walking, her heart skipped a beat..

What is he talking about? she thought.

Why is he talking like I am abandoning him by leaving?

“President Presgrave… Please, let go of my hand.” She didn’t have the courage to turn to look at him.

“Anastasia,” he called out. “It is impolite to talk with your back facing others. Look me in the eyes and say it to my face.” After saying that, he turned her around by her shoulders and pinched her chin with his big palm as he forced her to look up.

head and looked straight into the man’s eyes. She noticed the anticipation and, surprisingly, a hint of fragility in his gaze. She could see her reflection between

“Elliot, stop it…”

of her in frustration. He had zero idea on how to keep her by his

released, she took a step back, turned around, and went back to her room. She

was going to return to work, and as for her son, she decided to enrol him in a private kindergarten with better

man in the master bedroom had a good

the midst of packing things the next morning when Elliot rapped his knuckles on the door before coming in. As soon as she finished packing up, she turned to him and requested, “I will have to

went to a different

in contact with

her idea. “I have already gotten Jared a spot in a

to Bourgeois?”

“It is close.”

about the school fees?” She wasn’t

eyebrows shot up at that. “You don’t have to worry about this. I will handle

I can’t have you do that. I will pay you,” she quickly answered him. She didn’t want to owe him anything.Instead, he only unexpectedly said, “Money talks hurt relationships. He might become my son one day. It is

the room

searched for all the prestigious kindergartens near Bourgeois. She only found one whose annual tuition fee was

saw the numbers. Why is this so expensive?

want to tell her. He must have been worried that she couldn’t afford it. But in fact, it wasn’t an amount she could