Chapter 195


    Elliot did not even have the chance to react to what had transpired when Anastasia wrapped her arms around him and pulled him


    up forcefully. “Dad, everyone, please enjoy your meals. We have something else that we need to deal with.”


    “Hey!” Erica called out hurriedly.


    As Elliot was being pulled out of the venue, he suddenly realized that the woman was afraid he might get drunk, hence the


    excuse to drag him away. She even helped him drink!


    She really does care about me.


    Finally, they reached the third floor’s elevator and they bumped into Rey, who was just preparing to eat. Seeing that his boss was


    about to leave, he quickly ate two mouthfuls and got up.


    “President Presgrave, are we leaving now?”


    “He was constantly being toasted, so | was afraid there might be some problems. Rey, how about you take him back first?”


    Anastasia asked him.


    Upon hearing that, Elliot shot a nce at Rey, hinting quite clearly at what he wanted.


    Intentionally looking at his wristwatch, Rey then replied, “I’m sorry, Miss Tillman, but | can’t send the president home. My father


    was just admitted to the hospital.”


    This stunned Anastasia. “What? Go there quickly, then!”


    “I''ll go to the hospital now.”


    Reaching the ground floor, the trio exited the elevator, with Rey hailing for a taxi and leaving in a hurry. Then, Anastasia said to


    Elliot, “Where’s your car?”


    At that moment, his bodyguard drove the car over, and she opened the door. “Get in the car and go home.”Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    “Apany me.” Elliot held onto her arm, preventing her from leaving.


    Seeing that it was already 7.40 PM and that she also had to go pick up her son, Anastasia nodded in agreement. “Alright.”


    And so, she got into the car before Elliot followed her in. The door was shut, and the ck sedan slowly left.


    At the banquet, Erica was left disappointed with no appetite, because however extravagant she dressed and however exquisite


    her makeup was, it all amounted to nothing, as Elliot''s departure had taken away her heart and soul.


    Alex was also drinking away his sorrows by the side after clearly seeing that Anastasia was finding an excuse just to help Elliot


    drink. It seemed like she cared very much for this big shot.


    In the car, the atmosphere was a bit stuffy, with the scent of alcohol wafting in the air. Taking off his suit jacket, Elliot then


    loosened his necktie and opened the top three buttons of his shirt to let off some heat.


    ncing at him, Anastasia noticed the impably tailored shirt entuated the man’s strong and tight forearms and slightly


    exhibited the sharp lines of his cor bones. Paired with his charismatic gaze, he gave off a sort of roguish feel.


    “You''d better go home first. | can take a taxi to go pick up Jaredter,” Anastasia murmured to him.


    Upon hearing that, Elliot narrowed his eyes and questioned, “Are you not going to take care of me?”


    Feeling somewhat speechless, she looked at him. “Aren’t you fine? Why do you want me to take care of you?”


    “Who told you that | was fine? I’m a bit drunk and feeling some difort right now,” Elliot muttered as he pretended to be weak.


    Truthfully, he did feel a bit nauseous due to all the alcohol tumbling inside his stomach.


    At that, Anastasia turned around immediately and asked, “Where do you feel difort?”


    “It''s the worst to drink on an empty stomach. Don’t you still have stomach medicine at your ce? I''ll go over now to take two.”


    With that, Elliot told the bodyguard her address.


    Not even allowed the time to rebuke, she could only say somewhat resignedly, “This stomach medicine could be bought


    anywhere, so why do you need toe to my. house for it? Don’t you have it at your own home?”


    “| want you to take care of me.” Saying that, Elliot leaned back and shut his eyes as he furrowed his brows deeply, looking as if


    he was enduring something.


    Seeing his expression, Anastasia could not help but lean toward him. In a concerned tone, she murmured, “Are you alright?”


    “My stomach is acting up again,” said the man while still shutting his eyes.


    Right then, the bodyguard was driving in her home’s direction, and they would likely reach in a few minutes. Observing that Elliot


    was not making this up, Anastasia thought that she should let him rest for a while at her ce.


    Beneath the lights, one could observe a thinyer of sweat on his scalp, as if the pain had really started to hit him. This made her


    say gently, “Take two of the pillster at my house, then.”