Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 696

Moreover, her father had been keen to seek Elliot’s assistance, which was why he allowed his beautiful daughter to be at his side as it was the easiest and most direct thing to do.

Anastasia lifted the teacup off the table as her stunning eyes narrowed slightly while she needed to give Lorelai a proper warning. She would not, in any way, tolerate another woman interfering in her relationship with her husband, who was not just the father of her son but also her husband.

When it came to protecting her marriage, Anastasia would never be lenient. Anyone who tried to meddle with her marriage would be held accountable for their actions.

At night, she was so tired that she fell asleep in her man’s arms. Her hair was messy and Elliot kissed her face, which was still red. The woman’s delicate oval

face in his arms appeared weary in the faint light.

He couldn’t help but smile since this was his accomplishment and he had every reason to be pleased with himself.

Lorelai was unable to sleep in her apartment. She hung Elliot’s suit on the rack in front of the bed. The unironed clothing remained smooth and wrinkle free. In her mind’s eye, she could see him donning this outfit, which complemented his good physique.

She stood up in her pajamas and had a seductive aura as she pulled the suit from the rack, held it in her arms to return to bed, after which she sniffed the man’s scent on the suit and moaned softly.

She longed for the day when the owner of this outfit would come and lie next to her, embrace her, and fall asleep.

“Do you realise how much I like you, Elliot?” Her eyes were welling up with tears, as though she was grieving.

In the early morning, Anastasia got up to check on her son and saw that Jared was already clad in a school uniform, giving the impression that he was well prepared for his day at school.

“Mommy.” He affectionately extended his hands for a hug..

She kissed his little head and sniffed it once more. Perhaps all mothers found it comforting to smell the scent of their own child.

“You smell wonderful, Mommy!” He sniffed her like a puppy, after which she carried him into her arms and replied, “Brush your teeth and wash your face!”

Elliot had already dressed up; a white shirt was always his favourite outfit and it made him relaxed whenever it was matched with a pair of suit pants.

While their kid was inside the restroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, Elliot took advantage of the opportunity to embrace his wife and look at her attire for the day in a way that indicated he was examining it.

He also firmly buttoned the second button on her shirt, which she had purposefully left undone when she dressed in the morning. Then, he commanded her in a low voice that