Night of Destiny ( Anastasia Tillman )
Chapter 337

Chapter 337

Chapter 337 A Bouquet of Roses

“Jared said he wants to bathe by himself,” Anastasia said to Elliot. Then, she asked, “Do you want some

fruit?”

“Yes. Please,” he answered curtly.

Luckily, she had just bought some fresh cherries. Although they were expensive, she still bought them

because she loved cherries.

After she washed a plateful of cherries, she placed them in front of Elliot. Since she had nothing else to

do, she sat beside him and took a cherry to eat. Just as her red lips were about to bite the cherry, he

turned sideways and held the back of her head with one hand before his lips domineeringly approached

her to snatch the cherry from her mouth!

He snatched it. With. His. Tongue.

Anastasia couldn’t react; her mind went blank for a moment and her cheeks were heated. When she

came back to her senses, he was gracefully chewing the cherry that should have been in her mouth.

“You—” She was so angry that she started to laugh. This man was so repulsive and he had been playing

these ambiguous games with her since she had known him.

“It’s sweet. Just like you.” At this point, Elliot still had the heart to praise her.

To prevent the same thing from happening again, she moved to the side bit by bit and finally sat on the

chaise lounge one meter away from him.

Now, Elliot had to reach for the cherries himself.

When Jared came out of the shower, Anastasia draped a thick coat on him to keep him warm.

Meanwhile, Elliot glanced at the time and rose to his feet. “I should go,” he stated.

“Mr. Presgrave, see you tomorrow.” Jared waved at him.

“See you tomorrow,” Elliot said. Before stepping out of the door, he added, “Rest early.”

That night, Anastasia was still unable to sleep and remained awake until early morning. In the darkness,

she gazed at the luster reflected by the diamonds on her bracelet that resembled a bright star in the

gloomy night, shining on her heart and bringing her warmth.

Although it was late when she finally fell asleep, she slept peacefully and at ease.

It was freezing cold outside when Anastasia and Jared were out of the apartment early the next morning,

making it feel that winter had already arrived. When they were halfway to the kindergarten, it even

started to rain. On a busy morning, the whole city seemed crowded.

After dropping her son at the kindergarten, she rushed to the atelier.

When Anastasia arrived, everyone in the company was discussing in excitement the one big thing—the

relocation of the Bourgeois Jewelry Atelier, which meant that the atelier had merged with Presgrave

Corporation and they were going to work at the headquarters. All of them were pumped as if working in a

place that was full of opportunities and elites would change their lives.

However, what they didn’t realize was that the atelier’s fate had changed because of Anastasia.

If Elliot had not purchased the atelier to be closer to Anastasia, it would have remained a classic

domestic brand whereas its marketing approach had now grown to twice its original size and gained

momentum to become stronger and more international at the same time.

In fact, whenever any industry under the Presgrave Corporation was in Elliot’s hand, there were only

successes and no failures.

As for the relocation, the credit belonged to Anastasia since this decision was only made to allow Elliot to

see her every day.

Anastasia was also looking forward to the move because she had calculated that the distance between

Presgrave Corporation and her son’s kindergarten would be reduced by five kilometers.

At 10.00AM, Anastasia was in the office making the final changes to her work for the jewelry show since

The Starry Night diamond manuscripts had satisfied her the most.

A knock came on the door as she was staring intently at the manuscripts. Just as she raised her head, a

man pushed the door open and entered without her permission.

It was Elliot walking in with a bouquet of bright red roses in his hands.

“You—” Anastasia swiftly stood up in astonishment and looked at him with a bashful look.

He held the flower in front of her and handed it affectionately. “This is for you,” he said.

She looked behind him and noticed a few nosy coworkers were outside her door, tilting their heads to

peer in. Such an action had made her perplexed as she inquired, “Why did you send me flowers?”

His thin lips curved up as he smiled from his black eyes. “What else? I am pursuing you.”

Anastasia took the roses with an amused smile. “Thank you,” she said gratefully.

“You can give it away or keep it for yourself. I don’t mind it either way.” Elliot beamed at her.

She glanced at the roses and asked curiously, “Did you choose this yourself?”