Chapter 312 Not Worthy of Her Love?
She was still with Francis at 4:00PM and couldn’t make it back to her company in time to take her car before picking up Jared. In light of this, he directed Alex to drive her to Jared’s school and all of them could have dinner together tonight. As she was pressed for time and her car was still parked at her workplace, she had no other option but to accept Alex’s help.
Meanwhile, in Bourgeois Jewelry Atelier, the man who had been sulking all day decided to head to Jared’s school as well to see whether he would run into Anastasia by chance, and also to visit Jared’s new school.
As the atelier was nearer, they had arrived at the school ahead of time. Rey found a perfect parking spot and Elliot perused his work documents in the car while waiting for Anastasia to come to pick up Jared.
At around 4.30PM, Rey was observing the crowd that arrived to pick up their children. Finally, he saw Anastasia with a man beside her.
“President Presgrave, Miss Tillman is here.” He alerted the man on the seat behind.
Hearing that, Elliot dropped his document and looked out the window at the woman in the crowd, but the moment he saw her, he became furious. Why did she bring Alex along?
At the school’s entrance, the children ran around like little beasts who had just been let out of their cages. One small boy was running toward Anastasia and almost collided with her, but in her attempt to avoid him, she fell in the direction of Alex. He instinctively reached out with his hand and held her waist as she unceremoniously stepped on his leather shoes.
She hurriedly raised her head and asked in concern with her hand on Alex’s arm, “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“No.” He shook his head with a smile.
Yet, Anastasia felt apologetic. “I’m really sorry about that.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry.” In fact, Alex enjoyed watching her concerned gaze.
In the car, the man who initially wanted to step down from the car looked even angrier. The flirting duo had enraged him so much that looking at them hurt his eyes.
Rey was thinking the same thing. Is Miss Tillman bent on enraging President Presgrave?
“Do you want to go down and look for Miss Tillman, President Presgrave?” he reminded Elliot.
Elliot already had his stomach full of resentment and rage. The more he saw them, the more he felt that all his efforts toward Anastasia during this period of time went down the drain. She was getting along so well with Alex behind his back. Elliot had never seen her smiling so coquettishly at him before, like how she did to Alex.
From his vantage point, he didn’t notice Anastasia stepping on Alex’s shoes; for him, they were flirting instead.
After picking up Jared, Anastasia took the child’s hand in hers and Alex was beside them. For afar, they looked just like a close-knit family.
And such a scene pricked Elliot’s heart and irritated his eyes.
“Miss Tillman is leaving, President Presgrave. Are you sure you do not want to go down?” Rey asked anxiously. As long as Elliot went down, there would be no place for that man.
Whether it was in terms of attractiveness, figure, or wealth, the man next to Anastasia was completely incomparable to Elliot.
Elliot watched the three of them leave the school with cold eyes and clenched teeth. His fist, which was clenched tightly, never loosened for a second, as if he was about to fight someone the next second.
Of course he considered getting out of the car and chasing Alex away, leaving him as the only guardian for Anastasia and Jared.
His dignity, however, forbade him from doing so. Do I need to compete with Alex? Is it necessary for me to stoop so low to fight with a man who is totally not comparable to me?
Since she did not value his feelings at all, it would be nothing more than a joke even if he managed to win her over.
Am I not worthy of her love? Not worthy to be cherished by her? Or I have put in so much effort that she had taken me for granted?
“Drive home,” he ordered Rey.
“It’s not too late, President Presgrave, to catch up with them.” From the rearview mirror, Rey noticed Anastasia had just gotten into the car and was confident that he would be able to block her as soon as he stepped on the accelerator.
