NIGHT OF DESTINY NOVEL BY VANESSA K - Season 3 Episode 65

“Smart girl. The kid’s bedroom is right next to yours. Don’t worry. I won’t do anything to you,” Elliot

reassured Anastasia as he headed upstairs.

Anastasia followed behind him to find not only the kid’s bedroom and hers were next to each other, but

Elliot’s room was on the same floor as well, and very close at that.

Her luggage had already been brought up. With that, Elliot said, “I’ll ask the servants to help you sort

your luggage out.”

“It’s fine. I can do it myself.” Anastasia wasn’t used to ordering servants around.

Elliot nodded at that and let her get to her luggage. After sorting out her own luggage, she put Jared’s

clothing in the kid’s bedroom. At the end of the day, Jared was a growing boy. Though he hadn’t

reached the age where they had to start setting boundaries, it was time to start training his

independence.

Anastasia took a break after sorting everything out, and Hayley’s warning popped into her head.

However, she couldn’t care less anymore. If Hayley dared bring that b*stard to her son, she’d

immediately send that b*stard to jail. She would never forgive him for defiling her back then!

She would never forgive him for traumatizing her. That man deserves to rot in hell! Even if he was

Jared’s biological father, she would show him no mercy.

When Anastasia came to the living room balcony on the second floor, she discovered that she could

see Jared playing from there. With that, she sat down and enjoyed the view. Meanwhile, the servants

brought some fruits and afternoon tea over almost instantly. This is an A+ service right here.

Sometime later, Elliot came to the balcony and sat next to her, watching the little guy play on the field.

“Jared seems to like my place a lot.”

“Who wouldn’t like a lavish mansion?” Anastasia retorted with a chuckle.

“So, are you saying you like it too?” he asked.

Elliot’s question got her choking for a second, but she didn’t choose to lie. “Of course.”

With that, he suggested with a quirked brow, “Why don’t I give you a chance to own it, then? Marry me,

and this mansion will be yours.”

Anastasia’s mind turned blank for a few seconds, and she tried to steer away from the subject, offering

him a piece of watermelon.” The watermelon’s really sweet, President Presgrave. You should try it.”

Elliot took the piece of watermelon from her with some indignation. However, he didn’t press on after

taking a bite, for he didn’t want to scare her away when she had just arrived.

“You sure have a lot of servants, President Presgrave!” Anastasia gushed. She had already seen about

seven or eight of them from the moment she came.

At that, Elliot narrowed his eyes a little and explained, “They’ll all leave in a bit. Normally, only two

servants would come to make breakfast and dinner.”

Then, he was reminded of something, and with that, he turned to Anastasia. “C’mon, let me show you

your studio.”

Stumped, she asked, “What studio?”

“You’ll know when you see it.” Elliot got up and headed back inside, acting all mysterious.

Curious, Anastasia followed behind him to a double door on the other end of the floor, facing the yard.

Elliot pushed the door open, letting the evening sun shine in, giving the room life. The space was

decorated with plants and an elegant ivory work desk. What was more, the panoramic window wall

overlooked the sea. Coupled with cozy furnishing, it surely was a designer’s ultimate studio.

What a sight to behold. Surely no creative professional would say no to such a studio. It would be a

treat to work in this space, as all the worries would disappear in a snap.

While Anastasia was taking it all in, Elliot’s deep voice came beside her. “Do you like it?”

How could she not?! But still, she turned to him. “I can make do and work in my room. You didn’t have

to go through all the trouble of preparing a studio for me.”

“There’s no such thing as ‘make do’. This will be your office from now on, and I’m still waiting on my

necklace!” Elliot narrowed his eyes and looked at her with aspiration.

“Thanks.” Anastasia didn’t stand on ceremony anymore. She would only be staying here for a while,

anyway.