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Seeing that it was already 7.40 PM and that she also had to go pick up her son, Anastasia nodded in agreement. “Alright.”
And so, she got into the car before Elliot followed her in. The door was shut, and the black sedan slowly left.
At the banquet, Erica was left disappointed with no appetite, because however extravagant she dressed and however exquisite her makeup was, it all amounted to nothing, as Elliot’s departure had taken away her heart and soul.
Alex was also drinking away his sorrows by the side after clearly seeing that Anastasia was finding an excuse just to help Elliot drink. It seemed like she cared very much for this big shot.
In the car, the atmosphere was a bit stuffy, with the scent of alcohol wafting in the air. Taking off his suit jacket, Elliot then loosened his necktie and opened the top three buttons of his shirt to let off some heat.
Glancing at him, Anastasia noticed the impeccably tailored shirt accentuated the man’s strong and tight forearms and slightly exhibited the sharp lines of his collar bones. Paired with his charismatic gaze, he gave off a sort of roguish feel.
“You’d better go home first. I can take a taxi to go pick up Jared later,” Anastasia murmured to him.
Upon hearing that, Elliot narrowed his eyes and questioned, “Are you not going to take care of me?”
Feeling somewhat speechless, she looked at him. “Aren’t you fine? Why do you want me to take care of you?”
“Who told you that I was fine? I’m a bit drunk and feeling some discomfort right now,” Elliot muttered as he pretended to be weak.
Truthfully, he did feel a bit nauseous due to all the alcohol tumbling inside his stomach.
At that, Anastasia turned around immediately and asked, “Where do you feel discomfort?”
“It’s the worst to drink on an empty stomach. Don’t you still have stomach medicine at your place? I’ll go over now to take two.” With that, Elliot told the bodyguard her address.
Not even allowed the time to rebuke, she could only say somewhat resignedly, “This stomach medicine could be bought anywhere, so why do you need to come to my. house for it? Don’t you have it at your own home?”
“I want you to take care of me.” Saying that, Elliot leaned back and shut his eyes as he furrowed his brows deeply, looking as if he was enduring something.
Seeing his expression, Anastasia could not help but lean toward him. In a concerned tone, she murmured, “Are you alright?”
“My stomach is acting up again,” said the man while still shutting his eyes.
Right then, the bodyguard was driving in her home’s direction, and they would likely reach in a few minutes. Observing that Elliot was not making this up, Anastasia thought that she should let him rest for a while at her place.
Beneath the lights, one could observe a thin layer of sweat on his scalp, as if the pain had really started to hit him. This made her say gently, “Take two of the pills later at my house, then.”
Elliot opened his eyes but he looked lost, obviously meaning that he was still tipsy.
It was due to too much alcohol in such a short amount of time that caused him to be like this.
Stopping the car at Anastasia’s community entrance, the bodyguard came to open the door immediately, while simultaneously reaching to help Elliot up. Not wanting his help, Elliot shook away his arm. “I’m fine. I don’t need any help.”
Even though Elliot was drunk, he still cared about maintaining his strong image in front of Anastasia, as he did not want her to think that he was already at his limit.
“Sir, please don’t leave first. You’ll have to send him back later,” said Anastasia to the bodyguard, to which the bodyguard nodded in response.
“Alright. I’ll stay here and wait for the president.”
Just as Elliot began to walk, Anastasia came over to help him. “Watch your step.”
Of course, he wasn’t drunk to the point of not being able to walk properly, but the slender arm holding him made him happy. Hence, he didn’t struggle, as showing the occasional weakness in front of this woman was necessary.
Passing through the romantic garden under the moonlight, they reached the elevator and went up to her floor. Opening the door, Elliot then walked inside her house.
Although it was just a small two room apartment, it had a strange attraction that made him feel even more at home than his own house.
Using his arm as a pillow, Elliot laid down lazily on the sofa, and he looked at the woman that was pouring water and searching for the medicine.
“I remember it was here! Where has it gone now? Did I throw it away?” The sound of the woman mumbling to herself came from the cabinet.
Meanwhile, Elliot was not in a hurry and he wished that she wouldn’t find the medicine anytime soon. That way, he could have a reason to stay for the whole night.
Because of the amount of work she had, Anastasia had some of her memories jumbled up. Finally, she remembered that she kept the medicine inside the cabinet of her room. Rushing over quickly, she found them, just as she expected.
After reading the instructions, she took three pills and poured a cup of warm water for him.
“Here are the pills. There you go.” Setting them down on the coffee table, Anastasia watched as the man took it.
Standing up, Elliot took the pills without any hesitation. After taking them, he continued to lie on the sofa, watching her. “I want to rest for a bit more.”
On the other hand, Anastasia couldn’t chase him right away too, due to his current state being caused by him attending her father’s banquet.
Under the light, it was obvious that Elliot had a flush on his handsome face, showing the signs of being drunk.
Even Anastasia, who drank a glass of alcohol on his behalf, was feeling the burn of the alcohol in her stomach, which was why her heart ached for Elliot, who had downed a few glasses.
“Why did you drink that for me just now? You really do care about me, don’t you?” Elliot asked in his low baritone.
Glancing at him, Anastasia replied, “You think too much of yourself. I just don’t want anything to happen to you at my father’s banquet.”
Upon hearing that, Elliot was a bit speechless by the woman who kept running away from her own feelings. “Is it that hard for you to admit that you care about me?”
Snorting, Anastasia rolled her eyes in response. “President Presgrave, you really do like to indulge in your own fantasies, don’t you?”
However, Elliot suddenly hissed as he clutched his chest.
Anastasia, who was just snorting at him, immediately asked, “What’s wrong?”
As she asked that, she walked over to the side of the sofa, leaning down to look at his face. “Is there anywhere else that hurts?”
But at that instant, Elliot caught hold of her wrist and with a tug, he pulled her into his embrace. The next second, he flipped over and pressed her against the sofa.
Seeing the man’s sly smile made Anastasia realize that she had been tricked.
“You…”
“And you say you don’t care for me. Aren’t you showing plenty of care right now?” Elliot smirked as he wasn’t going to let her escape that easily.
“You… Get off me! Who said that I was concerned for you? I-I just didn’t want anything that happened to you to implicate my dad too.” Anastasia simply picked an excuse and went with it.
But in Elliot’s eyes, that was all just nonsense.
“Anastasia, is there any meaning to you avoiding your feelings like this? Just say that you care about me and that you like me. It’s not like I’ll make a joke out of this.” Elliot stared at her small face, his gaze full of love.
Beautiful 😻