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.

me! she mused, her cheeks turning red. She then reached out to caress him on his head. “Come on, leave the adult matters to the adults. You are too young

obediently close his eyes then. As she looked at her son’s face, her heart started beating faster when she realized how much he looked like Elliot with each passing day. Just

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

sure that she had properly covered Jared with the blanket, she went back to her room and spent the quiet night letting thoughts pass through her clear

numb all over when she recalled how she had vomited all over herself and

felt so bashful her whole head seemed to have

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. All the other kids

was happy that her son had a

to Bourgeois. The first place she went to after entering the Department of Design was Felicia’s office. Felicia had also just arrived moments ago and when she saw Anastasia walking in, she put down the cup of coffee in her hand to ask Anastasia with a smile, “How was your

felt hot at that. “Don’t even mention it, Felicia,”

friend. “Truth be told, I always had

a terrible joke now that she looked back at it, it was for a fact that she had been through a miserable time

just like a mardy

you for taking care and

being friends with genuine people.” Felicia quietly threw

You can ask me if you ever need my help with anything. You