Room for You
Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Anastasia's face furiously reddened. “I do not.”

“Marry me, and you'll be able to look at it whenever you want,” Elliottold her.

“I don't want to look at it!" she shouted as her face reddened evenfurther. Is this man truly so self confident?

It was only after he gave a meaningful smile did he pull open the doorand leave.

Now that she was left alone on the couch, she spaced out. Her mindwas still on the blue screen of death. Even as she covered her reddenedcheeks, she could still feel the warmth of his lips on hers. What ascoundrel. Didn't he say before that he will behave himself?

She shouldn't have believed him. For that man to keep his word, pigswould instead be climbing trees by then.

At this moment, Anastasia glanced toward her son's room. It was agood thing that he didn't know what had happened.

As the gravity of having to share her evenings with Elliot for the nextyear sank in, she felt her head aching.

She rushed to work after dropping her son off at school early the nextmorning. As she hurried through the crowd with her curls bouncing onher shoulders, she was in a gray plaid blouse and a black pencil skirtwith a purse slung over her shoulder. Such an attire of hers hadinadvertently showcased her professionalism.

A black sedan stopped at the entrance of her workplace at this verymoment. Elliot was here to take a document back to the PresgraveCorporation when he happened to see her coming from the street asshe weaved through the crowd of office workers while radiating astrong, mesmerizing sense of calm confidence.

At this moment, Anastasia happened to glance at her watch andnoticed that there were only two minutes left for her to clock in. Sheinstantly panicked and sprinted toward the lobby, not caring that shelooked somewhat wretched as she did so.

What she didn't know was that Elliot was witnessing everything frominside the car.

Her rushed demeanor had made him smile. In the past, he didn't knowa woman like her even existed. She wasn't particularly outstanding oralluring, but she had a certain charm to her that drove him crazy. Hewas even willing to be branded a voyeur for staring at her because ofthis.

At the last minute, she managed to clock in. When she saw the greenlight flashing, she smiled, feeling somewhat accomplished andinexplicably satisfied at being able to arrive on the dot for work.

After Anastasia entered her office, Grace carried her cup of coffee toher. “You're going to meet with a client today, Miss Tillman! Do youneed any materials to be prepared?”

Recalling immediately that she would have to meet Leah today,Anastasia went to her cabinet to

pull out a few documents and set them on the desk.

“Do you need me to go with you, Miss Tillman?” Grace asked.

With a smile, Anastasia shook her head. “There's no need. Let meunderstand the situation first.

I'll bring you along next time.”

After all, Leah was only trying to make things difficult for her. If she hadbrought Grace along, Grace would only be bullied alongside her, so itwas best she withstood this pressure alone!

Anastasia called Leah at around ten in the morning. At the other end ofthe line, Leah's voice asked, “Why are you only looking for me now,Miss Tillman? Surely your work efficiency could be better than this!”“My apologies. I'll come right away. Where would you like to meet?”“I'll give you the address and you can come over!” Leah grumbled withdeliberate impatience.

Not long after that, Anastasia received the address. After keying in thelocation on her device, she went downstairs to hail a cab and head tothe destination.

While on the way there, she couldn't help spacing out for a momentand thinking about Elliot. Images of him keeping her son companyfloated through her mind. When she was sending Jared to school thatmorning, he even asked her expectantly, “Will Mr. Presgrave come toour place for dinner tonight, Mommy?”

To placate her son, Anastasia simply responded, “Yes.”

Upon seeing her son happily skipping around at her answer, she foundherself hoping that Elliot would be free to come over that evening.Anastasia sighed. What is happening to me lately? Why are all mythoughts full of this man?

At this moment, the cab driver told her, “We're here, miss.”

When she raised her head to glance out of the window, Anastasia sawthe signboard of an atmospheric cafe, after which she paid the driverand alighted from the cab.

It wasn't until she entered the lobby that she realized the cafe was onthe top floor. She helplessly entered the elevator and rode all the wayto the top floor. The cafe in question was the kind of coffeehouse whichonly the rich could afford. For someone like her, being able to drinkStarbucks on a normal day was already considered a luxury.