Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240 Give Me a Kiss

The implication behind such carefully-phrased and stoically-arranged words did not escape Elliot. Anastasia was asking him to walk out of her life entirely.

She never tried to see things from his point of view; instead, she tried to build wall after wall between them so that she could hide from the feelings they had for each other.

Presently, the chord in Anastasia’s heart was wound taut, and it felt like something in her would snap at any given moment. She stared at him intently, her gaze tracing over his handsome features in hopes of finding even a flicker of emotion. Alas, the man was a champ when it came to putting on a poker face, for she couldn’t see even the slightest shift in his expression.

“I’ll agree to whatever you’ve proposed, but there’s something I want you to do for me as well,” Elliot finally said as he propped his elbows up on the back of the couch and leaned into the seat insouciantly. He had tipped his chin up at an almost haughty angle, revealing his flawless jawline. The elegant curve of his neck extended down to where his chiseled collarbone was partially obscured by his shirt lapel, and for some reason, he looked particularly alluring and dangerously seductive.

Anastasia couldn’t help sneaking a few more glances at him. He wouldn’t ask me to do anything crazy, would he? She decided to hear him out. “What is it? Just forewarning you, I might not be able to do whatever you want me to,” she said.

“Oh, you’ll certainly be able to,” he said confidently.

She eyed him skeptically. “Let’s hear it then.”

He raised a brow as amusement and mischief glittered in his dark eyes. “Give me a kiss.”

Shock rippled through her, and it was almost as if she was operating on instinct when she snapped, “No way!”

He didn’t seem like he was going to force her into doing it, for he rose to his feet and drawled nonchalantly, “Fine. That just means I don’t have to agree to anything you’ve asked me to do either. We can just let this will-they-won’t-they trope go on for as long as it can!”

Panic filled her at the prospect of this, and she put out an arm to stop him. “Hey, you can’t leave until we clear things up between us!”

“I’ve already made my part clear, but you refused to go along with it,” Elliot pointed out unhappily. Is it so hard for her to kiss me? Will it shorten her lifespan or make her bleed a pint of blood or something?

Anastasia’s thoughts were clamored. Bewildered as she was, she blurted out, “Are you serious? Will you really leave me alone if I just… kiss you?”