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In the supermarket, Anastasia was picking out some vegetables. Elliot said she could just cook whatever dishes she was best at, and he wouldn’t be choosy. Hence, she just bought ingredients for some dishes she usually cooked for her son. Well, it’s easier for me this way.
When she paid for the ingredients, the total was below 100 as expected. The cashier had just finished putting the items in the bag when she saw the bag being lifted and carried by Elliot. While attempting to steal another look at him, the young cashier messed up the calculations, and she had to count the money again with a blush on her face. After Anastasia paid for the items, the two left together.
They walked across the street toward Anastasia’s residential area. Meanwhile, Nigel was still hiding in the car when he watched Elliot carry the bag of groceries, chatting with Anastasia as they walked through the entrance.
The sight of the duo gave Nigel the shock of his life. Why did they enter a residential area? He immediately remembered that Anastasia’s father had bought a house for her, so could it be that the aforementioned house was the whole residential area?
So, my cousin is going to Anastasia’s house with her? And they’ll have a date with a home-cooked meal?
Nigel began to fret, a huge wave of disappointment washing over him. Could it be that Anastasia preferred mature men like Elliot? Is this the reason she kept rejecting me?
Nigel returned to his car, his handsome face forlorn. Soon, he reached out and grabbed his phone, then dialed Elliot’s number.
“Hello, Nigel,” Elliot’s voice said over the phone.
“Elliot, are you free right now? I can treat you to lunch.”
“I have an appointment, so maybe next time!” Just as expected, Elliot declined.
“How important is this appointment? It’s not every day I offer to buy you lunch, so can’t you cancel the appointment and have lunch with me instead?” Nigel was poking at his cousin to get an answer out of him.
“It’s an important client, so I can’t cancel. I’ll treat you next time, all right?” With that, he hung up.
Nigel felt like a knife was stabbed in his chest. Elliot knew very well that Nigel was pursuing Anastasia, so was he trying to snatch the woman Nigel fell for?
In the elevator, Anastasia was tense as she listened in on Elliot’s phone call with Nigel. She had rejected Nigel today, and she felt a bit guilty for that.
Elliot swept a meaningful gaze over her, and then he narrowed his eyes with a complex look. Upon arriving, Anastasia invited him in, after which she began busying about in the kitchen. She was wearing a white blouse with a black skirt, looking very professional. However, with this man around, she deemed it unfitting to change, so she just donned an apron before getting to work.
However, little did she know that her cutting vegetables in the kitchen in full business attire was like a seduction to men who loved themselves some good uniforms.
Elliot was drinking water as he leaned against the doorway, watching Anastasia bustle about. When Anastasia turned to look, she realized straight away that the mug in the man’s hand belonged to her.
She went hot in the face. “This is my mug.”
“Oh! What’s the problem?” The man raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing in a smile.
Anastasia suggested a little awkwardly, “We have disposable cups here, so why don’t you use that instead?”
“We’ve kissed before, so what are you worried about?” Elliot’s lips curved into a grin as he mused about how ridiculous she was acting.
Anastasia decided not to bother him anymore, and at that moment, she was even more convinced that letting him into her house was not a good idea.
Therefore, Anastasia continued cutting and washing vegetables in the kitchen. She had casually pinned her originally loose hair behind her head with a hair clip, and the few loose strands of hair added to her allure. The man continued drinking from her mug as he let his mind wander. The more he thought, the thirstier he became.
“Why don’t you sit on the couch? I’ll feel pressured if you stand here, and it’ll affect my performance.” Anastasia turned to look at the man. She simply didn’t like the idea of him staring at her; it stressed her out a lot.
Elliot smiled and turned to walk back to the couch. However, he still picked a spot where he could watch her, after which he continued appreciating her in his lazy yet appealing manner. He didn’t know when he started to get attracted to every movement this woman made. It was as if he could never have enough of her.
Anastasia stir-fried the vegetables while she got some soup cooking, so busy that she began sweating. She realized too late that she really should have insisted on eating out, so she wouldn’t be so tired right now.
Finally, the meal was ready. Anastasia placed the food on the table, then found the man on the balcony. Her laundry was hanging just above his head, and he could see her underwear if he looked up.
“Ahem… President Presgrave, lunch is ready.” Anastasia hastily called him in.
However, Elliot had already seen all there was to see, realizing the woman’s cup size was larger than he had expected. It made him happy for some reason, as if he were involved somehow.
The man was true to his word, for he wasn’t picky with the food at all. He ate gracefully, as if he were dining at a high-class restaurant. While Anastasia drank a bowl of soup and ate some food, she found that the man had a pretty good appetite. She was already done with her meal, but he was still savoring his food bit by bit.
She couldn’t help but feel a little proud. Perhaps her cooking was really that remarkable?
Anastasia went to the bathroom and washed her face, then reapplied some light makeup on her face, as her previous makeup had faded because of her sweat.
Finally, the man finished eating, after which he drank from her mug again. She was a little thirsty too, so she could only get a disposable cup and drink cold water from it.
Anastasia moved the dishes into the kitchen and decided to wash them later that night. She looked at her watch and said, “President Presgrave, we should get going.”
“Let’s rest for a while.” With that, Elliot raised his head, then closed his eyes and rested on her couch.