Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 307 An Amazing Night

“I really like it!” Jared answered.

Why isn’t he at home resting? Anastasia quietly asked herself after seeing that it was already 9:40PM. I wonder why he came here.

Trying her best not to sound like she was chasing him off, she started, “It is late, President Presgrave. I need to give Jared a shower and he has to go to school tomorrow. You should go home and rest.”

She could tell that Elliot wasn’t having the best of mood today, and she knew better than to get on his nerves at a time like this.

“Jared, go take your bath. I will play with you when you are done.” Then, he lowered the child back onto the floor and he went to take a seat on the couch.

Anastasia had no choice but to leave Elliot alone as she brought Jared to the bathroom. After the boy was all clean, he ran to the sofa again to play with the Rubik’s Cube with Elliot.

Seeing that Elliot was keeping her son occupied, she went on to do some house chores until 10:00PM, which was the time that Jared had to go to bed.

“Jared, it is bedtime,” she urged.

I still

will keep you company until you fall asleep.” Instead, it was Elliot who

was slightly stunned by his actions. Why is he sticking around and not going back

time, the people sitting in a car outside the building were reporting Elliot’s whereabouts to Aliona. She knew that it was Anastasia’s residential area as soon as she

call him away on purpose? Why is she saying she

the questions filled her mind. Anastasia is suicidal, isn’t she? Anyone who gets in the way of

had done most of the chores, sat on the sofa with a glass

the dim light. Elliot made a soft hushing voice to tell her to keep her voice down before he slowly got up

a text message on her phone. Startled, she took a look at it, only to see that it was a

‘Thank you, Mr. Hunter.’

me that. You

she politely replied to him with a

she knew she would be relying on him a lot

As Elliot’s icy gaze darted through the

time tonight. Thank you for giving me

she do

and she hurriedly

his eyes

What else could

trust her words,