Chapter 409 Personal Chef
Anastasia nodded wearily. She gazed at Elliot pensively while he slept soundly under the dim glow of the lights. The sedative had evidently overpowered the effects of the drug from earlier, and the IV solution was being transfused slowly through a tube that was attached to his strong arm by a short needle.
As she watched him, she began to wonder if Aliona had planned on forcing herself onto him before making him take responsibility later.
The plan was a good one, admittedly, but unfortunately for Aliona, Anastasia caught on to it and thwarted it in time.
Anastasia was incredibly relieved that she had attended the benefit gala with him tonight. Had she not been there, he would have fallen into Aliona’s evil clutches. She had come upon him lying unconscious in Aliona’s hotel suite, and with the effects of the drug snatching away his voice of reason, she couldn’t help wondering if he and Aliona would have gone all the way had she not intervened.
Eventually, she fell asleep. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she felt herself being picked up and pulled into a warm and comforting embrace.
It was already 3.00AM when Elliot woke up to see that the girl had dozed off on the couch with his suit jacket draped over her. He felt his gut wrench, and he rose to carry her over to the bed.
The effects of the drug had worn off by then. When he saw the claw mark that ran along the delicate skin of her neck and her tousled hair, his heart twisted.
As he sighed, he blamed himself for having put her through the tiresome ordeal of saving him.
Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Aliona was fuming in her suite after her plan was ruined. She wasted no time lashing out at the two security guards who had let Anastasia out of their sight. As things were, she did not stand a chance to get close to Elliot, much less claim him as her own. In fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if he hated her with a passion.
“Miss, should we bring you to the hospital to get your face treated?” the bodyguard asked out of concern.
Naturally, Aliona had seen the imprint on her cheek where Anastasia had slapped her earlier. The scratch marks all over her body were even more jarring under the light. She couldn’t believe how savage and persistent Anastasia had been during the fight. She had only been wearing a thin nightgown when the brawl happened, which exposed most of her skin to Anastasia’s vicious attacks.
“That wretched little b*tch!” Aliona bit out as resentment and rage burned in her eyes. “I won’t let her get away with this!”
In the hospital, Anastasia stirred from her sleep when it was slightly past dawn. She opened her eyes slowly, only to meet the dark and amused gaze of the man sitting next to the bed.
She instinctively covered her face with her hands. Suddenly, she registered where she was. Wait, how did I even end up in bed? He must have carried me over from the couch!
“I’ve been staring at you for the past half an hour. It’s a little late for you to hide your face now, don’t you think?” Elliot teased as a low chuckle escaped him.
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