Night of Destiny ( Anastasia Tillman )
Chapter 227

Chapter 227

Chapter 227 Are You Worried?

Oliver’s heart was racing. They were both of the same age, but how could this man command such a

strong aura and have such an intense gaze? He knew right away that this man was someone he mustn’t

offend, and he also thought that this must be Anastasia’s boyfriend.

Anastasia saw Oliver off at the elevator and said with enthusiasm, “Oliver, I’ll treat you to lunch tomorrow.

Be sure to come!”

“Of course. See you tomorrow.” Oliver left with the computer tower in his arms.

Anastasia turned around to meet the questioning gaze of the man standing at the door. She said calmly,

“You should go back as well. It’s getting late.”

“Explain. Who is he, and why is he helping you fix your computer?” Elliot’s expression was grave, as if

his rights had been infringed.

“His name is Oliver Shaw, and he’s a neighbor. He’s a decent fellow who’s excellent at his job.”

Anastasia quickly introduced, then felt a little annoyed. Why did she bother explaining? He could

misunderstand as much as he liked!

The little guy ran over and said, “Mr. Presgrave, Mr. Shaw lives right next to us. A week ago, my mommy

left her phone in a cab, and Mr. Shaw was the one who picked it up and gave it back. Also, Mr. Shaw is

super good at computers. Mommy’s work computer suddenly broke down tonight, so she asked him to

come over and help fix it. Don’t misunderstand, Mr. Presgrave!”

“Jared, it’s late already. Go to sleep.” Anastasia felt like her son was a busybody, as he had no obligation

to explain things in such detail to the man.

Hearing that, Eliot was still a little upset. After all, he would never allow the existence of other men

around Anastasia.

“Mr. Presgrave, my mommy will get her new car tomorrow. She said she’ll bring me on a drive!” Jared

continued.

Elliot turned around to look at the woman. “You bought a car? Do you have a license?”

“Don’t underestimate me. Of course, I have a license.” Anastasia had gotten it six years ago when she

was in her second year of college, but she just never had a chance to drive ever since.

“Jared, go to bed. It’s already 10 pm, so what are you dallying around for?” Anastasia glanced at her

son.

Immediately, the little guy said knowingly, “Okay. Mommy, Mr. Presgrave, keep chatting! Don’t fight, all

right? I’m off to sleep.”

The little guy went back to his room. As soon as he closed the door, a certain forceful man gripped

Anastasia’s arm. A low voice warned, “Anastasia, don’t let people you don’t know in your house in the

future. Am I clear?”

Anastasia looked down at her wrist, which the man was holding. She struggled a little. “Oliver isn’t a bad

man. You don’t have to worry.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover. How are you so sure that he doesn’t have any indecent thoughts about

you? There’s only you and Jared at home, so if you meet someone with bad intentions, both of you will

be in danger.” Elliot’s heart was bunched up in anxiety. Does she not have the slightest bit of wariness

toward danger at all?

Anastasia did, of course. She had the ability to judge people, and to her, Oliver was considered a good

person. “You’re also a very dangerous man to me. Please leave!” Anastasia took a step backward and

tried to chase him out indifferently.

Of all the men she knew, the one who had taken the most advantage of her and disrespected her the

most was none other than Elliot.

“I’m tired. Let me crash on your couch.” Elliot didn’t want to leave because he was beat. In reality, he had

finished his work beforehand so that he could return as soon as possible. Hence, he hadn’t slept in the

last 24 hours.

Anastasia was stunned. She had just talked about how dangerous he was, but now he was refusing to

leave her house. “Elliot, stop fooling around and go home right now.” Anastasia reached out and tugged

at him.

The man turned around to look at her, and when she peered into his eyes, she was shocked. This man’s

beautiful eyes were bloodshot, as if he had stayed up all night.

Anastasia released her grip on him and asked out of concern, “H-How long has it been since you last

slept?”

Elliot’s eyes were still red as his thin lips curved into a smile. “Are you worried?”

This man was obviously exhausted. Anastasia wasn’t exactly worried about him; she just thought that if

he continued on like this, he would fall sick someday.