Room for You
Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Since Elliot didn't want to leave, Anastasia decided that she would leaveinstead. She picked her bag up and was about to go when Elliot raisedan eyebrow and reached his long arm over to grab her wrist and pullher into his arms. She lost her balance and immediately fell face-firstinto his chest.

She looked up angrily, only to feel his breath on her face. He staredfixedly at her face, and there was a hint of amusement in his gaze asshe tried to push him away. “Don’t mess around with me, Elliot! Let go!”“What if I don't?” The man started getting playful with her. She's theone who made me feel so troubled the whole night, anyway, hethought. I didn't even have the mental capacity to care about anythingother than her during the charity dinner today. She really pushed mybuttons this time.

“You...” She continued pushing him away. He was dressed in a white silkshirt, and she could feel his firm muscles against her palm as shepushed him. Elliot wrapped both his arms around her waist andintertwined his fingers to form a firm lock behind her back. She waslosing her mind at this point. What is this guy trying to do here?Anyone can push the door open at any time, and my reputation will beruined if someone sees us like this. The news of me seducing thePresgrave Family's young master will spread like wildfire then.

While she continued to wrestle her way out of his grip, he quietlyadmired her gorgeous features. His gaze fell on her red lips—thelipstick she used that day made her look especially pretty as the colormade her lips look juicy and full. He could feel his heart fluttering, andhe was tempted to know the way that she tasted

All of a sudden, he loosened his grip on her. She thought she would beable to escape then, but the man then held onto her waist and the backof her head. His grip was firm and controlling, and the look in his eyesturned rather dangerous.

Frustration bubbled in Anastasia’s chest as the man’s lips moved closerto hers. Right when he was about to force her into a kiss, she raised herright hand to swing it across his face. Smack! The sound of her slap wasextra loud and crisp in the small room. Moments later, a red slap markappeared on his handsome face.

The air seemed to freeze as the man’s gaze grew visibly darker. Therewas a fiery look in Anastasia’s eyes-she was like a ferocious phoenixthat was glaring at her prey. “I dare you to kiss me again.” She didn'twant him to take advantage of her any longer, and she wanted him toknow that she wasn't someone he could mess with.

However, she had just finished her sentence when the man lost histemper. He used all his might to shove her down onto the couch. Then,he climbed on top of her before he leaned forward to press his palmagainst her nose and red lips.

Anastasia couldn't breathe. This b*stard is suffocating me! Does hewant me to slap him again? Her right hand was pinned down, so sheraised her left hand to do the job. However, the man grabbed her wristbefore holding it above her head. Then, he pressed his lips against hersin a fierce, rough manner.

She felt as if he were sucking all the energy out of her. Her teeth andlips were chattering! Anastasia felt like she was a kitten who had beendominated by the man's strength and bodily

heat. In the end, the man let go of her. She finally found the strength toscold him then.

“You b*stard, Elliot! You're such a pervert!” she cried. But the mansimply stood up to leave. After he walked out, she took a few sips ofwater as she thought about the slap she gave him earlier. Why didn't Ihit him a little harder? Well, everyone knows that Young M

rder? Well, everyone knows that Young Master Elliot is probably goingto be the most popular choice among the rest of the young ladies. Yet,the only woman he tried to kiss gave him a large slap on his face. Hehas probably never felt so ashamed in his whole life.

Anastasia was contemplating whether to leave the party or not whenher phone started ringing. She glanced at the caller ID before taking adeep breath and picking it up. “Hello, Old madam Presgrave,” sheuttered in a serious tone.

“Where are you, Anastasia? Why didn't I see you?" Harriet asked.

“I'm resting in one of the rooms on the second floor,” Anastasia replied.“I'm on the first floor. Hurry over here! I'd like to see you.” The oldwoman spoke in a gentle but firm tone. Anastasia felt her heartskipping a beat as she thought, I don't think Old Madam Presgraveknows that I just slapped her favorite grandson, right?