Chapter 265 This Is Your Office


    “Smart girl. The kid’s bedroom is right next to yours. Don’t worry. | won''t do anything to you,” Elliot reassured Anastasia as he


    headed upstairs.


    Anastasia followed behind him to find not only the kid’s bedroom and hers were next to each other, but Elliot''s room was on the


    same floor as well, and very close at that.


    Her luggage had already been brought up. With that, Elliot said, “I''ll ask the servants to help you sort your luggage out.”


    “It''s fine. | can do it myself.” Anastasia wasn’t used to ordering servants around.


    Elliot nodded at that and let her get to her luggage. After sorting out her own luggage, she put Jared''s clothing in the kid’s


    bedroom. At the end of the day, Jared was a growing boy. Though he hadn''t reached the age where they had to start setting


    boundaries, it was time to start training his independence.


    Anastasia took a break after sorting everything out, and Hayley’s warning popped into her head. However, she couldn''t care less


    anymore. If Hayley dared bring that b*stard to her son, she’d immediately send that b*stard to jail. She would never forgive him


    for defiling her back then!


    She would never forgive him for traumatizing her. That man deserves to rot in hell! Even if he was Jared''s biological father, she


    would show him no mercy.


    When Anastasia came to the living room balcony on the second floor, she discovered that she could see Jared ying from


    there. With that, she sat down and enjoyed the view. Meanwhile, the servants brought some fruits and afternoon tea over almost


    instantly. This is an At service right here.


    Sometimeter, Elliot came to the balcony and sat next to her, watching the little guy y on the field. “Jared seems to like my


    ce a lot.”


    “Who wouldn''t like avish mansion?” Anastasia retorted with a chuckle.


    “So, are you saying you like it too?” he asked.


    Elliot''s question got her choking for a second, but she didn’t choose to lie. “Of course.”


    With that, he suggested with a quirked brow, “Why don’t | give you a chance to own it, then? Marry me, and this mansion will be


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    Anastasia’s mind turned nk for a few seconds, and she tried to steer away from the subject, offering him a piece of


    watermelon.” The watermelon’s really sweet, President Presgrave. You should try it.”


    Elliot took the piece of watermelon from her with some indignation. However, he didn’t press on after taking a bite, for he didn’t


    want to scare her away when she had just arrived.


    “You sure have a lot of servants, President Presgrave!” Anastasia gushed. She had already seen about seven or eight of them


    from the moment she came.


    At that, Elliot narrowed his eyes a little and exined, “They''ll all leave in a bit. Normally, only two servants woulde to make


    breakfast and dinner.”


    Then, he was reminded of something, and with that, he turned to Anastasia. “C’mon, let me show you your studio.”


    Stumped, she asked, “What studio?”


    “You''ll know when you see it.” Elliot got up and headed back inside, acting all mysterious.


    Curious, Anastasia followed behind him to a double door on the other end of the floor, facing the yard. Elliot pushed the door


    open, letting the evening sun shine in, giving the room life. The space was decorated with nts and an elegant ivory work desk.


    What was more, the panoramic window wall overlooked the sea. Coupled with cozy furnishing, it surely was a designer’s ultimate


    studio.


    What a sight to behold. Surely no creative professional would say no to such a studio. It would be a treat to work in this space,


    as all the worries would disappear in a snap.


    While Anastasia was taking it all in, Elliot''s deep voice came beside her. “Do you like it?”


    How could she not?! But still, she turned to him. “I can make do and work in my room. You didn’t have to go through all the


    trouble of preparing a studio for me.”


    “There’s no such thing as ‘make do’. This will be your office from now on, and I’m still waiting on my ne!” Elliot narrowed


    his eyes and looked at her with aspiration.


    “Thanks.” Anastasia didn’t stand on ceremony anymore. She would only be staying here for a while, anyway.