Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 663

Having considered the feline to be part of the family, Elliot reached out to pat its soft, furry head and asked, “You’re not angling for a kiss too, are you?”

The kitten meowed once more as if to answer in the affirmative.

Amusement seized Elliot as he continued scratching the cat behind its ears to placate it. There was a serenity in the way the family of three and their cat hung out with each other under the evening sky. For a while, it was as if the world was at peace.

Meanwhile, Lorelai was on her way home when she called her mother and told her what happened with Anastasia. Upon hearing the details, Kendra said on the other line, “You did the right thing, Lorelai. That way, Anastasia won’t be suspicious of you or see you as a threat.”

Lorelai had deliberately dropped by Anastasia’s house during the late afternoon and left before dinner time just so the latter wouldn’t think she was trying to butt into her family affairs. The clever planning would help Lorelai make a good impression on Anastasia, who would then put her guard down.

Presently, there was an ambitious glimmer in Lorelai’s eyes as she said, “By the way. Mom, I’ve already sent in my resume to Presgrave Group.”

“That’s a little too soon, Lorelai. My father said not to rush the plan, remember? After all, Elliot is still in his honeymoon phase with Anastasia. You ought to wait until she’s got a second kid on the way before you make a move.”

“Mom, don’t worry, I’m only doing this to gauge Elliot’s feelings for me, that’s all,” Lorelai explained. It was like playing chess, and every move she made along the way was intentional with a purpose behind it.

“Very well, but make sure that you pace yourself and don’t muck up our plans!”

“I know, Mom. I’ll be careful,” Lorelai promised calmly.

It was 10.00 pm when Anastasia got out of the shower that night to get ready for bed, only to see the kitten clambering onto the couch, its claws digging into the fabric as it launched itself onto the padded cushion. It let out a soft mewl as though to insist it could make it on its own.

Anastasia sat down to the side and asked in amusement, “Shouldn’t you be with your darling little master instead of hanging out in our room?”