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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 a lazy 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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtshoulders, 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, Anastasia lay 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 moments later. ‘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 plans, but she continued sleeping as the black car sped past the city
center before arriving at one of the most expensive villas 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 a comfortable position before continuing to sleep.
She was dressed in a white shirt and a black 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 villa was lit up by a huge chandelier that hung above a gray couch. Elliot, who had just
finished showering, sat on the couch in a lazy 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 glass of red wine. The muscles in his arms bulged as he moved the glass up and down.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFor 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 glass 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.
Her stunning curves and her soft figure made her seem especially feminine under the dim lights.
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