Room for You
Chapter 195

Room for You Chapter 195

Elliot did not even have the chance to react to what had transpiredwhen Anastasia wrapped her arms around him and pulled him upforcefully. “Dad, everyone, please enjoy your meals. We have somethingelse that we need to deal with.”

“Hey!” Erica called out hurriedly.

As Elliot was being pulled out of the venue, he suddenly realized thatthe woman was afraid he might get drunk, hence the excuse to draghim away. She even helped him drink!

She really does care about me.

Finally, they reached the third floor’s elevator and they bumped intoRey, who was just preparing to eat. Seeing that his boss was about toleave, he quickly ate two mouthfuls and got up.

“President Presgrave, are we leaving now?”

“He was constantly being toasted, so I was afraid there might be someproblems. Rey, how about you take him back first?” Anastasia askedhim.

Upon hearing that, Elliot shot a glance at Rey, hinting quite clearly atwhat he wanted

Intentionally looking at his wristwatch, Rey then replied, “I'm sorry, MissTillman, but I can’t send the president home. My father was justadmitted to the hospital.”

This stunned Anastasia. “What? Go there quickly, then!”

“I'll go to the hospital now.”

Reaching the ground floor, the trio exited the elevator, with Rey hailingfor a taxi and leaving in a hurry. Then, Anastasia said to Elliot, “Where'syour car?”

At that moment, his bodyguard drove the car over, and she opened thedoor. “Get in the car and go home.”

“Accompany me.” Elliot held onto her arm, preventing her from leaving.Seeing that it was already 7.40 PM and that she also had to go pick upher son, Anastasia nodded in agreement. “Alright.”

And so, she got into the car before Elliot followed her in. The door wasshut, and the black sedan slowly left.

At the banquet, Erica was left disappointed with no appetite, becausehowever extravagant she dressed and however exquisite her makeupwas, it all amounted to nothing, as Elliot's departure had taken awayher heart and soul.

Alex was also drinking away his sorrows by the side after clearly seeingthat Anastasia was replaceing an excuse just to help Elliot drink. It seemedlike she cared very much for this big shot.

In the car, the atmosphere was a bit stuffy, with the scent of alcoholwafting in the air. Taking off his suit jacket, Elliot then loosened hisnecktie and opened the top three buttons of his shirt to let off someheat.

Glancing at him, Anastasia noticed the impeccably tailored shirtaccentuated the man’s strong and tight forearms and slightly exhibitedthe sharp lines of his collar bones. Paired with his charismatic gaze, hegave off a sort of roguish feel.

“You'd better go home first. I can take a taxi to go pick up Jared later,”Anastasia murmured to him.

Upon hearing that, Elliot narrowed his eyes and questioned, “Are younot going to take care of me?”

Feeling somewhat speechless, she looked at him. “Aren“t you fine? Whydo you want me to take care of you?”

“Who told you that I was fine? I'm a bit drunk and feeling somediscomfort right now,” Elliot muttered as he pretended to be weak.Truthfully, he did feel a bit nauseous due to all the alcohol tumblinginside his stomach.

At that, Anastasia turned around immediately and asked, “Where doyou feel discomfort?”

“It's the worst to drink on an empty stomach. Don't you still havestomach medicine at your place? I'll go over now to take two.” Withthat, Elliot told the bodyguard her address.

Not even allowed the time to rebuke, she could only say somewhatresignedly, “This stomach medicine could be bought anywhere, so whydo you need to come to my. house for it? Don't you have it at your ownhome?”

“I want you to take care of me.” Saying that, Elliot leaned back and shuthis eyes as he furrowed his brows deeply, looking as if he was enduringsomething.

Seeing his expression, Anastasia could not help but lean toward him. Ina concerned tone, she murmured, “Are you alright?”

“My stomach is acting up again,” said the man while still shutting hiseyes.

Right then, the bodyguard was driving in her home's direction, and theywould likely reach in a few minutes. Observing that Elliot was notmaking this up, Anastasia thought that she should let him rest for awhile at her place.

Beneath the lights, one could observe a thin layer of sweat on his scalp,as if the pain had really started to hit him. This made her say gently,“Take two of the pills later at my house, then.”