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To her dismay, Elliot had carried Jared instead. “I’m not busy. We can continue playing.”
“Yay!” A happy Jared threw his arms around Elliot’s neck before turning back to say to her, “Let’s play together, Mommy.”
Even though she was exasperated, she only sighed in response. “I’ll take a stroll then. See you guys in a bit.”
Hoping that the light exercise would aid with her digestion, Anastasia went for a walk around the neighborhood.
The clock had turned to nine just like that and she returned to the fitness area to see her son on the swings this time. Since Elliot was still pushing him, she could only head over and order, “We’re going back to take a bath, Jared. You still have school tomorrow!”
Hearing the sternness in his mother’s voice, Jared nodded obediently. “Alright, let’s go home!”
Anastasia glanced up at Elliot. “Why don’t you head home first?”
“My car keys are still at your place, not to mention that I’d like a drink of water as well.” He hinted at going back to her apartment.
At that, she frowned. She thought he would be able to leave at that moment!
Once they returned home, Anastasia took a look at her son’s sweaty body and decided that he needed to be bathed at once. Thus, she told Elliot, who was drinking a glass of water on her couch, “I’m taking Jared to wash up. Just close the door behind you as you’re leaving.”
“Sure!” He nodded.
And so, she took her son into the bathroom. As they emerged from the bathroom after his bath, she discovered that Elliot was still on the couch.
A dumbfounded Anastasia then asked, “You haven’t left yet?”
“I’d like to rest for a moment more.” Elliot was sprawled out lazily on her couch, having no intention of leaving.
“Well, Jared has to sleep, so you can leave once you’ve rested enough!” she told him.
She forcefully called Jared into his bedroom, made him get into bed, and handed him a storybook. “Read by yourself quietly for a moment. You’re not allowed to look for Mr. Presgrave anymore. He has to head home, okay?”
“Okay.” Although Jared was clearly unhappy about it, he did not dare to dissent for he was afraid of being scolded.
After stroking his hair and giving him a kiss, Anastasia stood up and left the room.
When she emerged and found that Elliot was no longer on her couch, she couldn’t help being relieved. He is finally gone!
Remembering that her son’s dirty clothes were still in the bathroom and wanting to toss them into the washer, she turned the knob to enter the bathroom.
Yet, right as she stepped one foot in, she realized that there was a man standing in front of her— toilet bowl, urinating…
“Ahhh!” Anastasia was so startled that she knocked her head against the doorframe before slamming the door shut again with a red face.
God! Not only had he not left, but she had just run into him doing something so embarrassing.
Even though his back was to her, she couldn’t help but blush as her mind went blank.
At this moment, he walked out of the bathroom and glanced down at her, seated on the couch and clutching her head. Concerned, he asked softly, “Does it hurt?”
“W-Why are you still here?” Anastasia was truly exasperated.
“Do you really wish for me to leave that much?” After saying that, he moved toward the couch area only for her to move her head at the sight.
Then, she warned, “Don’t you touch me.”
He leaned down and underneath the lamplight, his face was breathtakingly handsome.
Thinking that Elliot was about to kiss her, her eyes widened in warning, only for him to pull his cell phone out from next to her before he stood at his full height.
“Did you think I wanted to kiss you?” He smirked.
As Anastasia looked at the cell phone in his hand, her face burned with embarrassment. “See yourself out!”
Elliot suddenly leaned down to pinch her jaw and thereafter pressed his lips against hers. Before she could react, he was already straightening his posture and heading toward the front door.
“How dare you!”
“Just consider it a punishment for you peeking at me!” he answered without looking back.
“I didn’t see anything,” Anastasia protested angrily.
Having just arrived at the door, Elliot turned back and looked at her teasingly. “Yeah? I don’t suppose you regret it?”
Anastasia’s face furiously reddened. “I do not.”
“Marry me, and you’ll be able to look at it whenever you want,” Elliot told her.
“I don’t want to look at it!” she shouted as her face reddened even further. Is this man truly so self confident?
It was only after he gave a meaningful smile did he pull open the door and leave.
Now that she was left alone on the couch, she spaced out. Her mind was still on the blue screen of death. Even as she covered her reddened cheeks, she could still feel the warmth of his lips on hers. What a scoundrel. Didn’t he say before that he will behave himself?
She shouldn’t have believed him. For that man to keep his word, pigs would instead be climbing trees by then.
At this moment, Anastasia glanced toward her son’s room. It was a good thing that he didn’t know what had happened.
As the gravity of having to share her evenings with Elliot for the next year sank in, she felt her head aching.
She rushed to work after dropping her son off at school early the next morning. As she hurried through the crowd with her curls bouncing on her shoulders, she was in a gray plaid blouse and a black pencil skirt with a purse slung over her shoulder. Such an attire of hers had inadvertently showcased her professionalism.
A black sedan stopped at the entrance of her workplace at this very moment. Elliot was here to take a document back to the Presgrave Corporation when he happened to see her coming from the street as she weaved through the crowd of office workers while radiating a strong, mesmerizing sense of calm confidence.
At this moment, Anastasia happened to glance at her watch and noticed that there were only two minutes left for her to clock in. She instantly panicked and sprinted toward the lobby, not caring that she looked somewhat wretched as she did so.
What she didn’t know was that Elliot was witnessing everything from inside the car.
Her rushed demeanor had made him smile. In the past, he didn’t know a woman like her even existed. She wasn’t particularly outstanding or alluring, but she had a certain charm to her that drove him crazy. He was even willing to be branded a voyeur for staring at her because of this.
At the last minute, she managed to clock in. When she saw the green light flashing, she smiled, feeling somewhat accomplished and inexplicably satisfied at being able to arrive on the dot for work.