Chapter 112


    Chapter 112


    The car was silent for a short while after Anastasia finished her sentence. “I know.” A deep, attractive


    voice sounded after a while.


    Anastasia’s eyes widened with shock before she looked at the reflection in the rearview mirror to meet


    the man’s gaze. She felt like she was looking into a deep well. “Why are you here, Elliot?” she


    cried.


    The man let out a scoff. Did she think I was just some driver? Anastasia felt her head spinning. Why did


    Felicia send me to Elliot’s car?


    “What are you doing here? Why did you pick me up?” Anastasia asked in a rather slurred and tipsy


    voice.


    “How are you going to care for Jared when you’re in this state?” he asked.


    “My dad’s home with him now,” she replied in azy voice from the backseat. The man stared at her


    through the rearview mirror. He could see her sexy figure under the dim light. Her long hair fell over her


    shoulders, making her appear more seductive than ever. The air in the car smelled like a mixture of


    alcohol and women’s perfume. Elliot had the eyes of a thirsty beast as he felt his predatory instincts


    taking over him.


    Meanwhile, Anastasiay down on the back seat as she felt tiredness taking over her. She fell asleep


    soon after that. Elliot turned to gaze at her as she slept, and his gaze remained still for a moment before


    he stopped the car by the side of the road. If her son sees her like this, he’s going to be traumatized


    when he grows up, Elliot thought.


    So, he picked her phone up before unlocking her phone with her fingerprint. Then, he searched for


    Francis’ number before sending him a text. ‘Dad, I’m drunk tonight. Can you take care of Jared for


    tonight? I’ll be home early tomorrow morning,’ it said.


    Francis responded just momentster. ‘You should get some rest if you’re drunk. Don’t worry about


    Jared; I’ll take care of him. You stay safe!’ he replied.


    ‘Got it, Dad! Elliot sent the text over. After seeing how drunk Anastasia seemed, Elliot decided that he


    couldn’t allow young Jared to have a memory of his drunk mother at such an age. Anastasia didn’t know


    anything about the man’s ns, but she continued sleeping as the ck car sped past the city center


    before arriving at one of the most expensive vis in the mid-hill area.


    Anastasia hadn’t slept much the night before, and she had had a long day today. After all the alcohol she


    consumed, it was unlikely for her to wake up even if thunder struck the top of her head. Once the man


    parked the car, he lifted her bridal style and brought her to his bedroom without her being aware of it.


    Once she was on the bed, she rolled over to settle in afortable position before continuing to sleep.


    She was dressed in a white shirt and a ck pencil skirt that revealed her slim thighs. She wasn’t aware


    of it, but the posture in which she slept was extremely seductive to the man staring at her.


    The grand vi was lit up by a huge chandelier that hung above a gray couch. Elliot, who had just


    finished showering, sat on the couch in azy posture. He had pulled on a pair of sweatpants but


    left his upper body naked. Beads of water were still hanging on his skin as he held his arm up to sip on


    his ss of red wine. The muscles in his arms bulged as he moved the ss up and down.


    For the most part, Elliot was a calm and rational man. However, he felt himself losing his mind whenever


    he thought about the woman who was lying in his bed. He couldn’t resist the urge to lose all control and


    set himself free. Every time he tried to suppress his urges, they disappeared only to resurface moments


    later. He wanted to check on her, but he knew that he would get greedier for her when he was there. It


    was impossible for him to just stare at her.


    So, he figured that he would keep his distance so that he didn’t have to suffer as much. Yet, there was


    another voice in his head that continued to shout at him, and he had to counter this voice with the


    rational part of his mind. In the end, he lifted his wine ss and gulped all of it down before standing and


    heading upstairs.


    He had found a reason to go up. I have to check if she puked. If she did, then my poor bed would be in


    trouble. Her alcohol tolerance isn’t that high, but I don’t think she has a habit of puking. If she’s drunk,


    she usually just sleeps.


    Elliot opened the door to his room, and he found the woman sleeping with her back turned against him.


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