Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 2589

“Grandma, we’re done eating. Mr. Flintstone, don’t you have a meeting to attend?” Shirley smiled at Zacharias, her eyes hinting at something.

Zacharias nodded. He, too, didn’t want to disturb their lunch any longer. “Yes, the meeting is about to start.” “Grandma, Old Madam Dawson, Mr. Dawson, we’ll take our leave. Mr. Dawson, could you please take my Grandma home? Thank you.” She stood up, reached out to grab Zacharias’ arm, and called Tony to come along. “Tony, let’s go!” She couldn’t leave Tony here; otherwise, her grandmother would overhear everything about her and Zacharias. Tony smiled, said goodbye to everyone, and left. Then, Shirley turned around and reminded Zacharias, “Put on your mask.” After watching him obediently put on his mask, she nervously looked around before accompanying him downstairs.

Inside the car, Zacharias took off his mask. Shirley let out a sigh of relief and turned to him, scolding him in a low voice, “Why did you come over?” Seeing her genuinely upset, he replied truthfully, “I didn’t want someone else to take you away.” She choked and said, “Take me away? What are you talking about? I have a mind of my own. I’m not a commodity that can be taken away with just a glance!” Zacharias let out a chuckle. “Are you trying to comfort me?” “Absolutely not.” Shirley flushed red. “You shouldn’t have come. Now that my Grandma knows, my parents will also know tomorrow. The day after tomorrow…” She felt a bit overwhelmed. After all, this was an extremely awkward situation as she had never openly discussed her relationship issues.

“So, what if the whole world knows? Can’t we love each other?” he asked with his eyes narrowed.

“When did I fall in love with you?” She expressed that she didn’t even know something like this had happened. He reached out and rubbed the back of her head. “You will sooner or later.” Biting her red lips, Shirley chose not to argue with Zacharias for now. She would deal with it when they got back. After all, there were bodyguards in the car, and she didn’t want to talk to him at the moment.

Throughout the journey, his gaze frequently fell on the girl beside him, appreciating her elegant and beautiful profile. It was like admiring a static painting; the view gave him the urge to make a drawing of her and preserve it.

Finally, they arrived at the Flintstone Residence. After getting out of the car, she opened the door, inviting the man inside before entering herself.