Alex kept his eyes fixed upon Erica, seemingly thinking abou nat to do with his next move. After all, he
knew as well that he didn’t stand a chance to get closer to Anastasia at all with Elliot by her side, but
now that Erica was approaching him, he began to see it as an opportunity. “Miss Erica, I’m just an
ordinary man without anything worth admiring, so I wònder what makes you like me so much.” Alex let
out a sigh.
“I’m not like my sister who only wants to marry a rich man. I, on the other hand, prefer to trust my own
feelings when choosing my Mr. Right.” Erica then looked at Alex seductively. “Mr. Hunter, you’re exactly
the type that I like.”
Upon hearing the lady’s words, Alex felt as if there was an electric shock that ran through his body.
Although Erica was not considered a beauty like her sister was, Alex, whose nature as a man got the
better of his rational mind, could not resist her advances.
In the meantime, Anastasia, who was still in the lobby, pushed Elliot aside after wiping the water off him
and said, “Leave once the rain lets up.”
“Alright!” Elliot nodded obediently.
“Come on, let’s go to my lounge! It’s cold out here.” Anastasia took the man with her upstairs.
As soon as both of them arrived at a warmer place, Elliot took off his coat and revealed the dark shirt
that accentuated his muscular physique beneath it. However, Anastasia looked away like she was
trying to resist something. In fact, she was trying to resist the man’s charming and masculine aura deep
down so that she wouldn’t fall further for him.
At that moment, Alex knocked on the door and entered the place despite knowing Elliot was around; he
was going to deliberately ruin his private moment with Anastasia. After all, Erica was just a substitute to
him since Anastasia was still the woman he loved. Nonetheless, Alex’s presence, had put a frown on
Elliot’s face as the latter immediately wrapped his arm around Anastasia while she made him some tea.
Before Anastasia could even finish making him tea, she lost her balance and sat on the man’s lap with
the tea bag still in her hand. Just as she was about to lecture him, she noticed the coldness that filled
his eyes before she quickly understood that it was Alex’s presence that put him on edge.
Okay, I guess that’s the nature of men. They can’t tolerate anyone else who sets foot on their turf,
which is why this guy is trying to assert his dominance.
“You’re here, Mr. Presgrave.” Alex timidly greeted Elliot.
“I’ll stay here and keep Anastasia company. You may attend to your work now, Mr. Hunter,” Elliot coldly
said to Alex.
“Alright!” Alex smiled, his face darkening the moment he turned around. It seems that Elliot really
doesn’t give a damn about my presence.
Soon, Anastasia rose from her seat and reminded the man to behave. “Keep your mischiet in check
while you’re here. I wouldn’t want to be caught in a lovey-dovey situation with you.”
“What’s wrong with that? Are you worried that Mr. Hunter is going to get jealous?” Elliot grunted in an
annoyed manner.
“Alex is just an employee in my father’s company. That makes us nothing more than colleagues.”
Anastasia explained herself.
While Elliot believed in the lady, his pride and jealousy wouldn’t allow him to stand by and watch any
man get close to Anastasia. Soon, he faked a cough and looked at the woman, trying to feel her
concern just as the lady turned around and met his eyes.
—–
“Don’t worry. I took my medication today.” Elliot assured Anastasia that he only had a cold, which
persisted because of insufficient rest.
Soon, Anastasia poured him a glass of hot tea and said, “You’re your grandma’s only heir, so you
should take good care of yourself, not to mention the fact that she is already in her twilight years.”
Meanwhile, Elliot didn’t feel happy when he saw her glacial look even though she still cared about his
family.
“Please don’t blame my grandma, Anastasia. I’m the one to blame instead.” Elliot tried to shoulder all
the responsibility.
Am I supposed to blame a six-year-old kid for that incident back then? Nah! As a mother with a son,
Anastasia could empathize with Elliot’s younger self and relate to the fear that was tormenting him.
“Can you still remember what happened back then?”
Elliot shook his head. “Actually, my grandma sought help from many psychiatrists and hypnotists for me
at that time.” He closed his eyes as soon as he finished his sentence, seemingly trying to find the
memory that was lost in his mind.
Anastasia’s eyes widened slightly before she seized the man’s arm. “That’s enough.”
“I’m sorry. If I could remember something, maybe I’ll know what happened back then.” Elliot looked up
apologetically.
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