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 of water. I’ll just go downstairs and pour myself another

and all of a 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 water. Why should that stop

hostility from the moment he came home, and

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

he pressed. He was never one to beat around 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 wanted to have a solution as soon as possible. “Is there a problem between us that I

right? You’d only have to put in some physical labor, but that’s about it! She’s the

could say anything, she went on to ask in all seriousness, “Did

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

fine 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 hopes of settling the matter amicably,

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

the picture. I

asked, “Anastasia, do you

was admittedly astonished by his question. She didn’t think that the person he

“That’s Hayley.”

gasped.

so strange at the same 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; the person she