Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 337 A Bouquet of Roses
“Jared said he wants to bathe by himself,” Anastasia said to Elliot. Then, she asked, “Do you want some fruit?”
“Yes. Please,” he answered curtly.
Luckily, she had just bought some fresh cherries. Although they were expensive, she still bought them because she loved
cherries.
After she washed a plateful of cherries, she placed them in front of Elliot. Since she had nothing else to do, she sat beside him
and took a cherry to eat. Just as her red lips were about to bite the cherry, he turned sideways and held the back of her head
with one hand before his lips domineeringly approached her to snatch the cherry from her mouth!
He snatched it. With. His. Tongue.
Anastasia couldn’t react; her mind went blank for a moment and her cheeks were heated. When she came back to her senses,
he was gracefully chewing the cherry that should have been in her mouth.
“You—” She was so angry that she started to laugh. This man was so repulsive and he had been playing these ambiguous
games with her since she had known him.
“It’s sweet. Just like you.” At this point, Elliot still had the heart to praise her.
To prevent the same thing from happening again, she moved to the side bit by bit and finally sat on the chaise lounge one meter
away from him.
Now, Elliot had to reach for the cherries himself.

When Jared came out of the shower, Anastasia draped a thick coat on him to keep him warm. Meanwhile, Elliot glanced at the
time and rose to his feet. “I should go,” he stated.
“Mr. Presgrave, see you tomorrow.” Jared waved at him.
“See you tomorrow,” Elliot said. Before stepping out of the door, he added, “Rest early.”
That night, Anastasia was still unable to sleep and remained awake until early morning. In the darkness, she gazed at the luster
reflected by the diamonds on her bracelet that resembled a bright star in the gloomy night, shining on her heart and bringing her
warmth.
Although it was late when she finally fell asleep, she slept peacefully and at ease.
It was freezing cold outside when Anastasia and Jared were out of the apartment early the next morning, making it feel that
winter had already arrived. When they were halfway to the kindergarten, it even started to rain. On a busy morning, the whole
city seemed crowded.
After dropping her son at the kindergarten, she rushed to the atelier.
When Anastasia arrived, everyone in the company was discussing in excitement the one big thing—the relocation of the
Bourgeois Jewelry Atelier, which meant that the atelier had merged with Presgrave Corporation and they were going to work at
the headquarters. All of them were pumped as if working in a place that was full of opportunities and elites would change their
lives.
However, what they didn’t realize was that the atelier’s fate had changed because of Anastasia.

If Elliot had not purchased the atelier to be closer to Anastasia, it would have remained a classic domestic brand whereas its
marketing approach had now grown to twice its original size and gained momentum to become stronger and more international
at the same time.
In fact, whenever any industry under the Presgrave Corporation was in Elliot’s hand, there were only successes and no failures.
As for the relocation, the credit belonged to Anastasia since this decision was only made to allow Elliot to see her every day.
Anastasia was also looking forward to the move because she had calculated that the distance between Presgrave Corporation
and her son’s kindergarten would be reduced by five kilometers.
At 10.00AM, Anastasia was in the office making the final changes to her work for the jewelry show since The Starry Night
diamond manuscripts had satisfied her the most.
A knock came on the door as she was staring intently at the manuscripts. Just as she raised her head, a man pushed the door
open and entered without her permission.
It was Elliot walking in with a bouquet of bright red roses in his hands.
“You—” Anastasia swiftly stood up in astonishment and looked at him with a bashful look.
He held the flower in front of her and handed it affectionately. “This is for you,” he said.
She looked behind him and noticed a few nosy coworkers were outside her door, tilting their heads to peer in. Such an action
had made her perplexed as she inquired, “Why did you send me flowers?”
His thin lips curved up as he smiled from his black eyes. “What else? I am pursuing you.”
Anastasia took the roses with an amused smile. “Thank you,” she said gratefully.
“You can give it away or keep it for yourself. I don’t mind it either way.” Elliot beamed at her.
She glanced at the roses and asked curiously, “Did you choose this yourself?”