Chapter 114


    Did he not send me home? Did he bring me to his house instead? Anastasia immediately checked herself to make sure that her


    clothes were still on. It didn’t seem like it had been taken off, either. She hastily got off the bed to find that her shoes were gone,


    so she had no choice but to walk barefoot on the clean ground.


    She nced at the clock beside the bed to see that it was nearly 4.30AM. The skies were still dark outside. Did this man just get


    me to sleep in his house? What about my son? Is my dad at home with Jared? Anastasia quietly walked down the stairs. There


    were wall lights that surrounded the whole vi, so it made her feel like she was a lost princess that was walking around in a


    grand, luxurious castle.


    Finally, she found her bag on the couch downstairs. She immediately checked her phone to see the text that she had sent her


    father and her father’s reply. Phew. At least Elliot knew to tell my dad to take care of Jared. Anastasia fixed her messy hair as


    she thought, I have no choice but to stay here since it’s now the middle of the night. Hmm... The room | was in earlier seemed


    like the master bedroom. Then where did Elliot sleep?This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    She figured that she would tour his house since he was asleep. When she went up to the second floor, she suddenly realized


    that there was a room with its lights turned on. She wanted to ask him why he brought her home, so she quietly turned the


    doorknob to push the door open. She found herself in a study room, where a man was sleeping on the couch with his head


    resting on his arm.


    Anastasia froze. Is he actually sleeping on the couch? On top of that... He’s just wearing sweatpants. She was so shocked that


    her hand slipped off the doorknob. Aloud bang sounded as the door moved back and hit against the door stopper. She


    immediately pped her hand over her mouth-aical gesture considering that it didn’t serve any purpose.


    The man’s thickshes fluttered before he opened his eyes. Even though he had been awakened from his sleep, he had the


    same mesmerizing look in his eyes. He curled his lips into a smirk as he stared at the woman by the door while sitting upright.


    “Are you awake?” He narrowed his eyes as he smiled.


    She felt rather bad for waking him up, but she proceeded with the question she had for him. “Why did you bring me to your


    ce? You should’ve sent me home.”


    “Do you have any idea how bad you look when you’re drunk? What would Jared think if he saw his mother getting drunk like


    that?” He didn’t bother to sugarcoat his words. She immediately knitted her brows into a frown. Did | go crazy after getting


    drunk? Fine. | guess | agree with what he said. It’s true that my son shouldn’t see me like that. She tugged on the door to close it


    as she spoke to Elliot. “You can continue sleeping! | won''t disturb you anymore.” Then, she shut the door before walking down


    the corridor. She was going to wait in the hall until sunrise.


    Since she woke him up, Elliot no longer felt like sleeping. He returned to his room and washed up before putting on some clothes


    and walking over to the hall. Anastasia had gone to the fridge to get herself a drink, and she was just feeling rather creeped out


    by therge hall when she heard footstepsing from behind. She instantly spun her head around to find the man with one


    hand stuck into his pocket. He strolled over with azy look on his face.


    “Aren''t you going to sleep?” she asked while looking at him.


    “| can’t sleep anymore,” he replied tly. Then, he walked over to the fridge to grab himself a bottle of beer. He sipped on it as he


    walked back to her. She felt nauseous just at the sight of alcohol. “Why are you drinking in the middle of the night? It’s not good


    for your stomach,” she uttered in a confused tone.


    “Do you care about me that much?” He sat on the couch beside her and gave her a faint smile.


    “| don’t care about you; I’m caring about myself. I''m afraid that you might get horny after you’re drunk.” Anastasia didn’t bother to


    be nice to him either. The man had a history of doing such things, after all.


    He let out a scoff as he couldn’t believe what the woman just said about him. “Are you that confident about my interest in you?”


    He put on an offended expression.