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?”

and said, “Fine, drink the whole glass

sudden she 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

from the moment he came home, and her passive-aggressiveness was making

muttered in annoyance, not wanting to say anything more after

the bush be it in business deals or conversations. He would much rather have an open discussion when it came to solving problems, and he

you last 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

she went on to ask in all seriousness, “Did you think I was

they were having a crisis. Otherwise, she

when he left home earlier, which meant something must have happened in between that made her lash out at him like this. He softened and asked in

phone and 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

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

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

her before or something?” Anastasia was admittedly astonished by his question. She didn’t

“That’s Hayley.”

gasped.

time. She never expected Hayley to have gone under the knife and gotten all this work done just to look like her. The thought of this made her sick to the stomach;