Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 414 Passive-Aggressive

Downstairs, Elliot gaped after Anastasia wordlessly.

For some reason, he felt like he was being abandoned. Women were perpetually unsolvable mysteries, and not even Elliot, with his businessman brilliance and intelligence, could figure them out.

He did not bother pouring himself a glass of water and followed Anastasia up the stairs instead. When he got to her bedroom doorway, he saw that she was seated on the couch on the second floor and asked, “Where’s Jared?”

“Playing Legos,” she answered coolly, deliberately avoiding his gaze as she flipped through her half-read book.

At that moment, Elliot saw the glass of water on the table next to her and reached out to take it. However, just as he brought it up to his lips, she said curtly, “Don’t touch my glass.”

Seeing as he had already begun to drink from the glass, he gulped down a mouthful of water. He then narrowed his eyes as he asked, “Why not?”

had taken a sip, she shrugged and said, “Fine, drink the whole glass of water. I’ll just go downstairs and pour myself

doesn’t want me drinking from her glass? He was baffled as he sat down across from her. His piercing gaze was inquisitive as he asked, “I drank your water. Why should

her hostility from the moment he came home, and her passive-aggressiveness was making him nervous, not to mention

want to talk about it,” she muttered in annoyance, not wanting to

be it in business deals or conversations. He would much rather have an open discussion when it came to solving

night! Sure, what Aliona did was despicable and disgusting, but it wasn’t as if you would be at a loss, right? You’d only have to put in some physical labor, but that’s about it! She’s the one who

made Elliot more puzzled. However, before he could say anything, she went on to ask in all seriousness, “Did you think I was butting into

they were having a crisis. Otherwise, she wouldn’t take such a feisty tone

her lash out at him like this. He softened and asked in hopes of settling the matter amicably, “Anastasia, tell me

pulled up the picture she had received from the unfamiliar number earlier, showing it to him as she snapped, “Next time you decide to fool around behind my back, find a woman who doesn’t look so eerily similar to me.

he saw the picture. I can’t believe Hayley sent it

grave tone, he asked, “Anastasia, do you know who she

his question. She didn’t think that the person he was fooling around

“That’s Hayley.”

Anastasia gasped.

gotten all this work done just to look like her. The thought of this made her sick to the stomach; the person she hated and was disgusted by the most