Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203 She Can Only Be Mine

“I will,” Elliot promised solemnly with a nod. He understood where Nigel was coming from, and the reverse was also true.

“What if you marry her tonight and she tells you that she doesn’t want any more kids? Will you choose to respect her decision?” Nigel went on to ask, wishing desperately that Elliot could do all the things for Anastasia that he couldn’t.

Once again, Elliot nodded and said, “I will respect every single one of her thoughts and decisions.”

Nigel’s gaze was piercing as he eyed his cousin somberly. “Also, do you promise that you’ll protect her, take care of her, and love her forever?”

Elliot could tell how much Nigel loved Anastasia. As his heart sank, he clapped a hand on Nigel’s shoulder. “Nigel, you’ve known me since we were kids, and you know what I’m like as a person.” An apologetic look flashed in his eyes as he added quietly, “I’m sorry, Nigel.”

They had been as close as brothers since they were little, and now that they were in love with the same woman, it couldn’t be easy for Nigel to let go.

Nigel, on the other hand, leaned against the balcony rail behind him as a bitter smile played on his lips. “You don’t have to apologize. I know Anastasia has always seen me as nothing more than a friend, and there are far worse things than to see you treat her right and love her in all the ways I can’t.”

Upon hearing this, Elliot reached out to pat his shoulder, but he couldn’t find the words to comfort him.

At that moment, they fixed their gazes on the woman who was seated on the living room couch. While these two men were talking about their feelings for her, Anastasia was entirely oblivious as she admired the interesting and somewhat whimsical painting on the wall. She looked dazzling and alluring in the morning light, and she looked like she could make anywhere her own space.

Nigel was reluctant to give up his feelings for her, but at the same time, he was incredibly relieved. He glanced at Elliot and said, “I’ll leave her to you, Elliot.”

Elliot’s smoldering gaze was still on Anastasia, and there was no mistaking the possessiveness that burned in his obsidian orbs. He acknowledged what Nigel said. She can only be mine, and I won’t allow any other man to get close to her.

Presently, Anastasia watched as the two men walked up to her, their silhouettes backlit under the morning sun. She found herself staring at them like how one might be captivated by stunning works of art. The Presgraves have such outrageous genes, she mused.

Both cousins were tall and broad-shouldered, and their trimmed waistlines, as well as mile-long legs, made them incredibly fine specimens. In particular, Elliot, who was the taller of the two, looked like a Greek god in the morning light.

When she caught herself daydreaming, she quickly retracted her gaze. She could feel nothing when she stared at Nigel, but her heart would inexplicably start beating wildly whenever she looked at Elliot. What’s going on?