Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 410

Chapter 410 Iron-Clad Lie

“The coffee’s good,” Anastasia praised heartily as she set her cup down.

Elliot was in the kitchen slicing up fruits for the salad, and next to the chopping board was the raw steak that he planned on searing for Anastasia.

The villa that was tucked halfway up the hill boasted glass walls that offered a full view of the gorgeous scenery outside. Elliot had put on some lighthearted music, filling the room with an idyllic and romantic air.

The steak he made was aromatic and tender, and coupled with the fruit salad, he managed to pull off an impressive yet simple meal.

“Tell me about how you saved me last night,” he said, curiosity getting the better of him.

Anastasia recounted the events of last night briefly. Then, she frowned as she asked, “You’re usually bright; how did you get tricked into letting your guard down?”

“Aliona had her father pass me the wine, and I didn’t think much of it when I gulped it down,” Elliot confessed.

“Looks like you’ll have to be careful when you’re outside of your home. There are plenty of women who would do despicable things just to make you climb into bed with them,” she warned darkly, thinking that even men weren’t safe in modern society and thus needed to learn to defend themselves.

Men like Elliot, in particular, with their deadly good looks and insurmountable wealth, ought to have their guards up most times.

Naturally, Elliot would not allow the incident to repeat itself. He didn’t want to see Aliona’s face ever again.

Presently, he teased as mischief glittered in his eyes, saying, “I wouldn’t have minded losing my honor at all if you were the one who had spiked my drink last night and taken me to bed.”

A look of disgust flashed across Anastasia’s features as she countered, “Underhanded methods like that are not my forte.” After all, she would never stoop so low.

He knew that, but he still believed that he would have willingly leaped into the fire if she had been the one who started it.

It was noon when Nigel dropped by the villa with Jared in tow. The little one had taken a strong liking to Elliot’s abode, and he wasted no time in going up to his mother as he pleaded, “Mommy, can we please stay in Mr. Presgrave’s house for a few days? Just a few days!”

Anastasia thought about the threatening phone call she had received from the male escort the other day and shuddered. She wanted her son to stay someplace safe, and now that winter break was upon them, she decided to give him some time off school.

“Very well,” she relented with a nod. “As long as Mr. Presgrave agrees to let us stay, then we will.”

At once, Jared ran over to Elliot, who was speaking to Nigel in the drawing room.

It didn’t take long before the little guy hurried back to his mother and declared happily, “Mr. Presgrave said we could stay here for as long as we like!”

“Very well then, we’ll stay. However, you have to promise to be on your best behavior.”