Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 528

“Why?” asked a puzzled Anastasia.

“Whenever Alex takes a second look at you, I feel that he’s damned.” Elliot’s voice was dripping with jealousy.

Anastasia’s red lips curved up slightly. It’s funny how this guy looks whenever he gets jealous. “All I have for him now is hatred,” she explained.

“Let me deal with these people. I’ll give them the most tragic end.” Elliot couldn’t wait to do it himself.

Anastasia replied, “Naomi is taking the blame for everything now, but I know that Alex, Erica, and Colin are also involved in the plot against my dad’s life. None of them are gonna get away with it.” Her eyes flickered with rage in the darkness. Perhaps her father would wake up, causing the allegations of him changing his will to fall apart. Still, it was unknown when he would come round. On the other hand, these people were

now reaping the fruits of others’ labor, dividing up his company amongst themselves and enjoying his wealth. Therefore, she hoped that these people

would pay the price when he regained consciousness.

The night deepened, and Elliot held his posture without moving. The lady in his arms was already soundly asleep, as though she slept best in his arms.

However, she didn’t realize that the man almost always lost sleep on nights when they slept in the arms of each other like this. There was no way he could hold her in his arms without feeling aroused, so he could only suppress his urges. Still, in the face of the woman whom he longed for day and night, his self-control, which he always prided himself on, had long broken down. All he could do was kiss her several times on the cheek in the moonlight to comfort himself.

When Anastasia woke up the next morning, she found that the man beside her was still sleeping. She got out of bed quietly without waking him. Having had

a good night’s sleep, she washed up and had breakfast before leaving to check on Francis. However, as soon as she reached the hallway, she saw the lady who was signing her name at the nurses’ station Erica. Consequently, her face darkened slightly.

Erica saw her as well. Taking a deep breath, she concealed the glint of hatred in her eyes, recalling that she was here today to beg Anastasia. ‘Sis, how is Dad?” This was the first time she called Anastasia ‘sis’ in such a calm manner.

Anastasia didn’t want to acknowledge such a woman as her sister, though. She retorted impassively, “So you still care about my dad, huh? I thought all you cared about was the company.”

“He’s my dad. Of course I care about him,” Erica argued somewhat guiltily.