“I want to take charge of Bourgeois,” Anastasia said as she looked up at Elliot. Francis initially wanted her to continue managing Tillman Constructions, but she had no interest whatsoever in building materials, so he decided that he would hand the business over to Elliot after retirement.
“Alright, then. You’ll be the commander in-chief for Bourgeois from tomorrow onward,” Elliot said. He couldn’t care less about profit margins and operating costs as long as his wife could amuse herself. He would always be there as a safety net for her.
Warmth surged through Anastasia when she heard this, but before she could thank him, he added, “Go and do whatever you like. Don’t you worry about a thing. because I’m always going to be here to catch you when you fall, okay?”
In that quiet room, Elliot’s tender love
and indulgence for Anastasia seemed audible in his words. He sounded firm and assuring, making her heart skip a beat. Upon hearing the solemn promise
underlying his bold statement, she felt like she was in the safest harbor, protected by some great, universal force.
She could do whatever she liked, and if she messed things up, he would always be there to help her get through it. She did not need to worry about a thing, because he was the fort that would keep her shielded from the brutal consequences of failure.
That said, Anastasia knew taking over Bourgeois was not just a game she decided to play on a whim. Now that she had voiced out her desire to run it, she would have to make her words count and show him she was not just doing it out of fun.
She had a duty to be a better version of herself, because how else would she live up to the name of being Elliot’s wife?
Meanwhile, in Arthur’s villa, Sophia was having a hard time falling asleep after binge-watching several episodes of a new hit drama through the night. She got out of bed and padded out of her room to get a glass of water, hoping that sleep would
come after that.
She opened the door softly. She was staying on the third floor while Arthur and Emily were resting on the second. While heading downstairs, she kept her footfalls as quiet as possible, so much so that she was practically tiptoeing.
Much like a wary kitten, she made her way to the first floor and hurried into the kitchen, following the low hum of the refrigerator. She thought a cold drink was suitable in light of the rising temperatures as they welcomed the beginning of summer.
Just then, a cold and crisp voice spoke up behind her. “What are you doing up in the middle of the night?”
Sophia gasped and turned around, but she did so too quickly and ended up bumping her head against the door of the freezer compartment. The loud thud resonated throughout the kitchen like an ominous drum beat.
“Could you not creep up on me like that? For heaven’s sake, you had me half
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