Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388 Watch TV With Me

“Okay, I’ll definitely listen to Mommy and not make her angry.” Jared nodded.

“Good boy. Go on, have fun!”

With that, Jared picked a set of Legos he was most interested in and went into his room. Meanwhile, Anastasia stored the rest of the presents in the storage cabinet. Although Elliot looked visibly better now, she still asked out of concern, “Have you gotten over your cold?”

“It’s all gone now,” Elliot said with a smile. “All thanks to you.”

Anastasia lowered her head upon meeting his fathomless gaze. “I didn’t do anything, though.”

“You don’t have to. You just have to smile more at me. It works better than any medicine in this world.” Elliot smiled. Not even a sliver of aloofness could be found on him whenever he faced her.

Abashed, she handed the bowl of fruit to him. “Quit yapping and have some fruits!”

Elliot handed her a banana out of the blue, asking, “Want one?”

Anastasia took it from him, but she suddenly blushed. “No thanks.”

Elliot got what she was thinking immediately and guffawed. “What in the world are you thinking? Is your little mind constantly filled with lewd thoughts?”

Anastasia’s face flushed bright red at that. Yes, she had overreacted, but he had clearly done it on purpose, hadn’t he?

Elliot laughed at her for quite a while before finally helping himself to the fruits. Just then, he looked somewhat lustfully at her. “Feel free to come at me if you have any needs in this regard.”

“I don’t.” Anastasia rolled her eyes straight at him.

Elliot only smiled, looking like an incubus, hot as hell.

Anastasia got up and went to gather the laundry hanging on the balcony, not daring to take another look at him. By the time she came back in, Elliot had slouched on the couch, looking weary.

Instead of watching TV, he fixed his gaze on her while holding the tea she had brewed for him.

It had unknowingly reached 9.30PM, and Anastasia looked toward the man who had been hanging around for nearly an hour. “It’s getting late. When are you going to leave?”