Chapter 334 | Want This Face


    Elliot said that the main reason for relocating the atelier was to make it easier for him to see her.


    Anastasia’s face reddened under his gaze. To distract herself, she tapped her finger on the teacup that she was holding. “What’s


    so special about seeing me?” she asked.


    Why does Elliot want to see me for no reason?


    “Apart from work, you are the most important thing to me every day since | have met you,” Elliot responded as he nced into


    her eyes. Although he was not good at loving someone, the way hemunicated his love was direct and didn’t beat around the


    bush.


    But his love was too overwhelming, which caused her a lot of pressure and trouble.


    “I''m not worth it.” Anastasia stroked her long hair as she said. Under the afternoon sunlight, her heated cheeks exuded a


    charming aura and was seemingly attractive.


    He supported his forehead with his palm and admired her as if he were admiring a masterpiece—every scowl and smile of hers,


    every microexpression of hers, he was taking into his eyes and remembering in his heart.


    How could such a woman exist in this world and make me madly fall in love? In the face of loving her, my pride and dignity have


    be insignificant.


    Now that she was under his gaze, Anastasia was a little flustered and covered her face in embarrassment before she begged,


    “Please don''t look at me like this. | can’t take it.”


    Elliot burst outughing as he teased, “You can’t take it? What if | spend the rest of my life staring at you?”


    “Who would want to be stared at by you for the rest of their life?” Anastasia retorted, but her eyes were filled with shyness.


    “If you don’t want me to look at you, then who do you want to be stared at?” he jealously asked and added, “By Alex Hunter?”


    Anastasia had no idea where this man’s jealousy came from. She had nothing to do with Alex, so how could Elliot feel jealous all


    the time?


    “| don’t have anything to do with Mr. Hunter. We''re just friends,” she exined inexplicably.


    “| don’t care. In short, | don’t want you to get too close to him,” Elliotmanded as he squinted his upturned eyes.


    Only men understood the mentality of their peers. Even if Anastasia hadn’t noticed ittely, he could see through Alex’s dirty


    thoughts about her at a nce.


    Anastasia blinked her eyes a few times after she heard him. She could only say that this man was too domineering.


    When the food arrived, Elliot had been passionately serving the food to her to make up for what angered her for the past two


    days. It was also because she had appeared to have lost some weight.


    If another man served her food, she would definitely reject it. Why didn’t | feel that way when Elliot served me the food? she


    wondered.


    After Anastasia returned to the office, she went to the bathroom and overheard the staff discussing thepany’s relocation


    while she was sitting inside the toilet cubicle.


    “Oh my goodness! Great, we can now go to work in the Presgrave Corporation where all the high-paid financial tycoons are!


    That is where the elite gathers,” said one of the staff.Ccontent ? exclusive by N?/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    Right then, Elliot''s words appeared in her mind. “I made this decision just to see you conveniently.”


    If this was any other woman who learned that Elliot went to such lengths to see her, | guess she would be madly in love with him.


    Meanwhile, in Hond, Hayley was sitting in a high-end hospital’s office with a trantor standing beside her.


    In front of Hayley were the sessful cases of stic surgery in the hospital as well as the stic surgical projects that they


    were best at. The doctor in charge asked her to pick one that she desired.


    Hayley nced at these beautiful faces and all of them looked like masterpieces created by God. However, she shook her head


    and took a photo from her bag, which she handed to the doctor. “I want this face,” she dered.


    The doctor reached out and took the photo. The woman in the photo had perfect bones and she was a natural beauty. Her face


    was indeed more perfect than any cosmetic product.


    “It doesn’t need to be identical; even a fifty percent match will do, but | would like to have her eyes,” Hayley demanded.


    The trantor on the side promptly tranted her words. The doctor examined the woman’s face before he turned to Hayley and


    paused for a while before he continued, “The operation is quite risky. We need to work on several aspects of your face. Are you


    sure you want to do it?”