Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 330 How Was Your Saturday Night?

“Mommy, when is Mr. Presgrave coming over to eat with us? I miss him so much!” Jared was in bed refusing to sleep as he yearned to see Elliot again.

Looking at his longing expression as she sat in front of his bed, Anastasia really didn’t want to give the young boy any false hope. She was afraid that Elliot would leave them again someday.

Even though his rumors with Aliona turned out to be false, Anastasia didn’t have the confidence that it wouldn’t come true with the next woman he met.

“Jared, you can miss him, but would it be alright if you miss him in your mind?”

The young boy didn’t reply and instead stared at her with big, clear eyes. “Mommy, do you miss him?” he asked in return.

There was no way she could lie as she looked into her son’s innocent eyes, so she nodded and confessed, “Yup, I miss him too.”

“Can you court him then, Mommy? We can always be together with him if you manage to marry him!” The child encouraged her as he let out a series of silly laughter.

this for me! she mused, her cheeks turning red. She then reached out to caress him on his head. “Come on,

her heart started beating faster when she realized how much he looked like

and shadow on his face looked like Elliot’s, only mini-sized. It was as though Elliot and Jared were father

she made sure that she had properly covered Jared with the blanket, she went back to her room

herself and Elliot, and even let him wash

that, she felt so bashful her whole head seemed to have turned

spent weekend. She went and had a chat with Jared’s teacher after she sent him to his classroom. According to the teacher, Jared was a polite and mature boy. Not only was he not afraid of being in a new environment, he had also shown high intelligence.

that

Design was Felicia’s office. Felicia had also just

at that. “Don’t even

feel happy for her friend. “Truth be told, I always had a feeling that President Presgrave isn’t someone who would so easily have a

only Elliot’s punishment for her, after all. Even though it seemed like a terrible joke now that she looked back at it, it was for a fact that she had been

just like a mardy woman

called out to her. “Thank you for taking care and protecting me all

like being friends with genuine people.” Felicia quietly threw her a

“Thank you. You can ask me if