The more Anastasia felt like she physically desired him, the more she felt anxiety rushing up in her
chest. How could I be interested in Hayley’s man? Anastasia couldn’t push him away, so she had no
choice but to wriggle her way out of his grip. He panted slightly as he held her arms up above her head.
He was rather frustrated by her resistance. “Don’t you like this, Anastasia?”
“What should I like about it? Would you like to get kissed forcefully?” Anastasia pushed him off of her
angrily. “Stop touching me. I’ll call the police if you do it again.”
Elliot narrowed his eyes. I clearly felt her body embracing my touch earlier. I’m sure she has feelings for
me. However, Anastasia had a distinct, threatening look in her eyes. “Where’s the guest room? I’d like
to nap for a while more,” she told him.
“You can sleep in the master bedroom,” he replied.
“I don’t want to sleep on your bed,” she said in a disdainful tone. Elliot was annoyed at her seemingly
endless requests. “There are guest rooms on the third floor. You can pick one for yourself.”
After that, Anastasia took her bag and her phone up to the third floor, where she chose a guest room
and locked the door before lying down on the bed. For some reason, she couldn’t stop thinking about
what had happened earlier. Am I secretly a masochist? Do I actually want him to do things to me? She
patted herself on her head to stop herself from overthinking. She decided that she would leave the
house first thing in the morning.
Anastasia set an alarm clock for 7.30AM, and she rubbed her half-opened eyes while getting out of bed
when the sun came up. After washing her face with some water, she brought her bag down. She didn’t
want to trouble Elliot anymore, so she decided to leave on her own.
When she stepped out of the villa, she was too dumbfounded to move for a moment. The residence
was located on top of a hill, and it was nearly a 4-mile-walk for her to reach the foot of the hill. She
would have to walk for one hour!
Right when she decided to start her long trip down the hill, she heard the metal doors opening behind
her, and a black car slowly made its way out of the house. Since when did he wake up? Anastasia was
stunned when Elliot rolled the window down. “Get in,” he uttered without looking at her.
Anastasia didn’t want to get in the car when she sensed the icy, arrogant aura he gave off. However,
when she thought about the one-hour walk down the hill, she bit her lip and forced herself to get in the
car. His car sped down the hill, and she felt as if her heart were about to leap out of her chest. Does he
think he’s steering a plane?
When they got to the main road at the bottom of the hill, Anastasia tried to stop the man. “You can drop
me here, President Presgrave.” However, the man didn’t stop driving-he continued on the road that led
them to her house. She could tell that he intended to send her home, so she had no choice but to
remain in the car.
When they got to her housing area, she thanked him politely before getting out of the car and walking
toward the entrance of her residential unit. She had just gotten to her front door when she bumped into
her father and son, walking hand-in-hand. Jared was neatly dressed in his
school uniform, and the young kid was pleased to see her home. “You’re back, Mommy!”
Francis noticed how sleepy she looked. “You can stay home and get some rest. I’ll send Jared to
school,” he offered.
“Okay. Sorry for troubling you, Dad.” Anastasia patted her son on his head. “Be good at school, okay?”
“I’m always good, Mommy.” Jared nodded thoughtfully before he held onto his grandfather’s hand and
skipped his way to the elevator. Jared was happy to spend time with his grandfather as it wasn’t
something he could do every day.
After Anastasia got home, she felt all the tension leaving her body. She flung herself onto the couch
before texting Felicia to ask for the first half of her day off. She decided that she would get some rest
before going into the office in the afternoon.
It was 11.00AM when a phone call woke her up from her nap. “Hello?” she replied in a muffled voice.
“Are you not feeling well, Anastasia?” Nigel asked worriedly.
“I’m fine.”
“Why aren’t you at the office, then?” he asked.
“I took half a day off, so I’m at home now. Is anything the matter?” she asked.
“I’ll talk to you in the afternoon then. You should get some rest. I have a mystery gift waiting for est
you,” he uttered in a mysterious tone. After she ended the call, she checked to see that it was
nearing 11.30AM. So, she hurried off to take a shower before cooking herself some instant noodles for
lunch.
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