Chapter 100


    Elliot was drinking water as he leaned against the doorway, watching Anastasia bustle about. When Anastasia turned to look,


    she realized straight away that the mug in the man’s hand belonged to her.


    She went hot in the face. “This is my mug.”


    “Oh! What''s the problem?” The man raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing in a smile.


    Anastasia suggested a little awkwardly, “We have disposable cups here, so why don’t you use that instead?”


    “We''ve kissed before, so what are you worried about?” Elliot''s lips curved into a grin as he mused about how ridiculous she was


    acting.


    Anastasia decided not to bother him anymore, and at that moment, she was even more convinced that letting him into her house


    was not a good idea.


    Therefore, Anastasia continued cutting and washing vegetables in the kitchen. She had casually pinned her originally loose hair


    behind her head with a hair clip, and the few loose strands of hair added to her allure. The man continued drinking from her mug


    as he let his mind wander. The more he thought, the thirstier he became.


    “Why don’t you sit on the couch? I''ll feel pressured if you stand here, and it''ll affect my performance.” Anastasia turned to look at


    the man. She simply didn’t like the idea of him staring at her; it stressed her out a lot.


    Elliot smiled and turned to walk back to the couch. However, he still picked a spot where he could watch her, after which he


    continued appreciating her in hiszy yet appealing manner. He didn’t know when he started to get attracted to every movement


    this woman made. It was as if he could never have enough of her.


    Anastasia stir-fried the vegetables while she got some soup cooking, so busy that she began sweating. She realized toote that


    she really should have insisted on eating out, so she wouldn''t be so tired right now.


    Finally, the meal was ready. Anastasia ced the food on the table, then found the man on the balcony. Herundry was hanging


    just above his head, and he could see her underwear if he looked up.


    — “Ahem... President Presgrave, lunch is ready.” Anastasia hastily’ called him in.


    However, Elliot had already seen all there was to see, realizing the woman''s cup size wasrger than he had expected. It made


    him happy for some reason, as if he were involved somehow.


    The man was true to his word, for he wasn’t picky with the food at all. He ate gracefully, as if he were dining at a high-ss


    restaurant. While Anastasia drank a bowl of soup and ate some food, she found that the man had a pretty good appetite. She


    was already done with her meal, but he was still savoring his food bit by bit.


    She couldn''t help but feel a little proud. Perhaps her cooking was really that remarkable?


    Anastasia went to the bathroom and washed her face, then reapplied some light makeup on her face, as her previous makeup


    had faded because of her sweat.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    Finally, the man finished eating, after which he drank from her mug again. She was a little thirsty too, so she could only get a


    disposable cup and drink cold water from it.


    Anastasia moved the dishes into the kitchen and decided to wash themter that night. She looked at her watch and said,


    “President Presgrave, we should get going.”


    “Let''s rest for a while.” With that, Elliot raised his head, then closed his eyes and rested on her couch.


    Anastasia was speechless. Is he trying to take a nap at my house?


    Anastasia couldn’t force him to leave, so she took the opportunity to clean up the house. She saw a pile of her son’s toys on the


    couch and went over to pick them up. She then spotted some Lego pieces scattered next to the man, so she reached over to


    take them as well. Just then, the man’s lush eyshes fluttered open to reveal a predator’s haughty re. Hisrge hand swiftly


    grabbed her wrist and pulled her.


    Anastasia was yanked into the man’s arms, and she fell on top of him. In the next second, her waist was held tight, and with a


    quick turn, the man was now pinning her onto the couch.


    “You... Elliot, watch yourself.” Anastasia sent him a warning re. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to let him in, for this man was


    a beast who could get in the heat without warning: