Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 409 Personal Chef

Anastasia nodded wearily. She gazed at Elliot pensively while he slept soundly under the dim glow of the lights. The sedative had evidently overpowered the effects of the drug from earlier, and the IV solution was being transfused slowly through a tube that was attached to his strong arm by a short needle.

As she watched him, she began to wonder if Aliona had planned on forcing herself onto him before making him take responsibility later.

The plan was a good one, admittedly, but unfortunately for Aliona, Anastasia caught on to it and thwarted it in time.

Anastasia was incredibly relieved that she had attended the benefit gala with him tonight. Had she not been there, he would have fallen into Aliona’s evil clutches. She had come upon him lying unconscious in Aliona’s hotel suite, and with the effects of the drug snatching away his voice of reason, she couldn’t help wondering if he and Aliona would have gone all the way had she not intervened.

Eventually, she fell asleep. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she felt herself being picked up and pulled into a warm and comforting embrace.

It was already 3.00AM when Elliot woke up to see that the girl had dozed off on the couch with his suit jacket draped over her. He felt his gut wrench, and he rose to carry her over to the bed.

The effects of the drug had worn off by then. When he saw the claw mark that ran along the delicate skin of her neck and her tousled hair, his heart twisted.

blamed himself for having put her

the two security guards who had let Anastasia out of their sight. As things were, she did not stand a chance to get close to

get your face treated?” the bodyguard asked

light. She couldn’t believe how savage and persistent Anastasia had been during the fight. She had only been wearing a thin nightgown when the brawl happened, which exposed most of her skin

burned in her eyes. “I won’t let

Anastasia stirred from her sleep when it was slightly past dawn. She opened her eyes slowly, only to meet

she was. Wait, how did I even end up in bed? He must have carried me

a little late for you

and let her hands drop, then turned to look at him with her clear and unwavering gaze as she asked,

but when his hand came away with a few broken strands of it, he asked in a pained voice, “Does your

her possum hands! “Not really,” she lied nonetheless as she lifted the covers off her and got out of bed. She was still wearing the dress from last night, though it was a little

whereupon Anastasia hopped into the shower,

with Lucas. “Mr. Dora, I just called to let you know

alright, Elliot? I know Aliona can be impulsive, but she never should have gone this far no matter how much she likes you!” Guilt worked its way into Lucas’ tone as he added on the other line, “Please don’t hold it against her. She’s only young, and she didn’t think

That said, I don’t

sorry, Elliot. I’m truly, truly sorry that she put