Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 786

Behind him, Eliot also said gently, “Wait for my return, and call me if anything happens.”

“I‘ll be fine. Go ahead!” Anastasia was actually a little tired, and she wanted to rest for a bit.

Eliot and Richard went out together. They asked about Arthur‘s whereabouts, then went straight to him.

Just then, Arthur was in the garden walking his beloved pet. He was sitting on the couch as he watched the Doberman dig holes in the ground. He usually cared for it like it was his own son, but he just told it to stop in a lazy tone, saying, “Gritt, stop it.”

Gritt let out a pampered whine, then immediately went over to him and rubbed its head against his arms. Then, it sniffed all around him, perhaps also noticing that its master was less enthusiastic now, thinking that Arthur probably didn‘t love it anymore.

“What‘s wrong?” Arthur frowned as he looked at the dog, then reached out and patted it. “You like walks, don‘t you? Go and play!”

However, Gritt remained in his arms, reluctant to leave. Its large mouth rubbed against his arm as it let out more whimpers.

“You‘re making my clothes dirty.” Arthur pushed its big mouth away, then picked up a ball beside him before throwing it into the distance. “Fetch.”

Just then, Gritt‘s ears perked up when it sensed someone coming.

Soon, Gritt started barking before it ran over to the visitors, letting out another type of joyful whimper.

Richard and Eliot both smiled as they looked at this large dog with loving gazes. Gritt was a puppy they had picked out together, and the little guy in the past was now enormous.

Arthur turned to look at the two. He simply looked at them, not even expressing welcome.

Eliot‘s emotions right now were undoubtedly the same as Richard‘s not long ago. He looked at Arthur, who was seated there and didn‘t even seem to bother getting up. There was a faint smile in Arthur‘s eyes. “You‘re here.”

“See? With your expressions like that, I might even think that we‘re not welcome to your wedding!” Richard complained. He was a man of few words, but this time,

Arthur had stimulated the expansion of his words.