Chapter 307 An Amazing Night


    “| really like it!” Jared answered.


    Why isn’t he at home resting? Anastasia quietly asked herself after seeing that it was already 9:40PM. | wonder why he came


    here.


    Trying her best not to sound like she was chasing him off, she started, “It iste, President Presgrave. | need to give Jared a


    shower and he has to go to school tomorrow. You should go home and rest.”This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    She could tell that Elliot wasn’t having the best of mood today, and she knew better than to get on his nerves at a time like this.


    “Jared, go take your bath. | will y with you when you are done.” Then, he lowered the child back onto the floor and he went to


    take a seat on the couch.


    Anastasia had no choice but to leave Elliot alone as she brought Jared to the bathroom. After the boy was all clean, he ran to the


    sofa again to y with the Rubik’s Cube with Elliot.


    Seeing that Elliot was keeping her son upied, she went on to do some house chores until 10:00PM, which was the time that


    Jared had to go to bed.


    “Jared, it is bedtime,” she urged.


    “But | still want to y.”


    “| will keep youpany until you fall asleep.” Instead, it was Elliot who spoke up as he carried the boy wearing the cartoon-


    printed pyjamas into the bedroom.


    Anastasia was slightly stunned by his actions. Why is he sticking around and not going back to his own house?


    At the same time, the people sitting in a car outside the building were reporting Elliot’s whereabouts to Aliona. She knew that it


    was Anastasia’s residential area as soon as she heard the name of the street.


    Was she the reason Elliot left the dinner? Did she call him away on purpose? Why is she saying she doesn’t like him on one


    hand and sabotaging my date on another?


    Aliona was currently sitting in her condominium, her gaze painfully cold as the questions filled her mind. Anastasia is suicidal,


    isn''t she? Anyone who gets in the way of Father''s ns shall die.


    It was 10:10PM when an exhausted Anastasia, who had done most of the chores, sat on the sofa with a ss of water in her


    hand.


    She couldn''t help but open her son’s door where she saw that Jared was already asleep under the dim light. Elliot made a soft


    hushing voice to tell her to keep her voice down before he slowly got up and walked out of the room.


    Anastasia stepped back to make way to him, and it was at this moment she received a text message on her phone. Startled, she


    took a look at it, only to see that it was a message from Alex. ‘Anastasia, your dad is back home safely.’


    ‘Thank you, Mr. Hunter.’


    ‘Don’t call me that. You can just call me Alex!’


    Seeing the message, she politely replied to him with a short ‘okay’.


    She was extremely polite with Alex because she knew she would be relying on him a lot regarding matters of thepany


    takeover.


    Elliot suddenly snatched her phone out of her hand. Coincidentally, Alex sent another message over. As Elliot''s icy gaze darted


    through the content of the new message, his expression immediately froze.


    ‘Anastasia, | had a good time tonight. Thank you for giving me an amazing night.’


    An amazing night? What did she do to make him feel so “amazing”?


    Anastasia’s eyebrows immediately furrowed and she hurriedly said, “Give me my phone.”


    The man who had easily physically overpowered her narrowed his eyes at her and questioned, “What were you doing with Alex?”


    “We had dinner!” She was baffled after hearing his question. What else could they have possibly done together, if not having a


    meal together?


    As Elliot still did not trust her words, he asked, “Only that?”


    The text message seemed to have an underlying meaning to it.


    “Elliot, stop messing around, and give me back my phone.” Anastasia didn’t want anyone to see her private messages.


    Amessage suddenly came again. ‘Goodnight, Anastasia. Sweet dreams. | will see you next time.”


    He read the new message too and his thin lips curled up as he asked, “How did you get so intimate in just one night?”


    “Give me my phone.” Anastasia was serious now as she looked at him with unnerving eyes.


    “If you want it,” Elliot raised the phone above his head and retorted, e and get it.”


    She knew better than to fall for a measly trick that men often used to fool women. “Never mind, then. When are you nning to


    leave?”


    m not leaving tonight. | am staying overnight here,” he haughtily dered with his arms crossed.


    Anastasia was finally exasperated after hearing his words and she spat, “I don’t have a bed for you.”