Chapter 374 Staying Behind
Anastasia frowned. “Of course. I see and talk to Mr. Hunter every day at work, so what’s the issue?”
“Don’t you know that this man has ulterior motives toward you?” Elliot was so angered that he clenched his fists tightly.
“Elliot, just mind your own business. Moreover, don’t you also have ulterior motives toward me?” Anastasia thought this man was meddling too much, and it was no wonder that he got so furious.
Elliot fell silent.
“You’re allowed to pursue me, but when other men try to court me, they’re automatically criminals?” Anastasia reproached again. She had never seen a man so selfish as him.
“I’m pursuing you so that I can give you and Jared a home. Other men just want your money and body. I don’t believe that Alex doesn’t intend on taking over your dad’s company.” Elliot was straightforward.
Now, it was Anastasia’s turn to be silent. Even if Alex had such thoughts, her father needed him right now. Also, this had always been a matter of exchanging benefits, so this was no way to measure Alex’s character!
“Well, just take care of your health!” Anastasia said. Then, she sat on another couch and stared at him. “Leave after you’ve finished your water.”
Seeing that she was chasing him out, Elliot frowned. “I’ll be having dinner at your place tonight.”
“You can’t. We don’t owe each other anything, and we shall not bother each other,” Anastasia declined.
“In that case, you should’ve just left me downstairs to die just now. Why would you care about me?” Elliot asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I won’t care about you next time.” Anastasia wasn’t the least bit kind.
“Anastasia, would you be glad to hear about my passing if I die one day?” Elliot suddenly stared at her with a serious look as he spoke dejectedly.
Anastasia’s heart shuddered, for this man sounded like he was cursing himself.
In a panic, Anastasia blurted out, “Don’t say such nonsense, Elliot. How would I be happy if you died? My mom sacrificed her life to save you, so you should treasure your own life more.”
Even though her words weren’t entirely sincere, Elliot could still feel her concern.
“Alright, I’ll try my best to live as long as I can,” Elliot replied in all seriousness.
Anastasia grabbed her phone and looked at the time. It was almost 6.30PM, but this man was still hanging around.
“It’s getting late, and I should start preparing dinner for Jared now. You can leave with Rey.”
“I’m not leaving,” Elliot insisted.
“You can starve, then. I’m not making meals for you,” Anastasia threatened.
“Sure, no problem. I’ll just stay here.” Elliot narrowed his eyes.
Anastasia got up and made her way to the kitchen. When she prepared the ingredients, she compromised in the end and included his portion as well.
As For Rey, he definitely wouldn’t stay behind for dinner.
Soon, Rey brought the little guy home. When the child saw Elliot at home, he was overjoyed.
“Mr. Presgrave, are you having dinner at my home?”
“Yes!”
“Awesome!”
“President Presgrave, I’ll get the medicine for you. Remember to take your pills later.” With that, Rey opened the door and left.
After Rey delivered the medicine, he walked over to the kitchen on purpose and said to Anastasia, “Miss Tillman, please make sure President Presgrave takes his medicine!”
Anastasia turned around, stunned, but Rey had already left.
Anastasia peered through the glass at the man on the couch. Did this man need her supervision just to take medicine?
Meanwhile, the man on the couch stared at the figure bustling about in the kitchen. He was the least bit worried about not getting dinner tonight.
After all, he knew that she wasn’t so heartless.
In the kitchen, Anastasia sighed in exasperation. She knew that she didn’t want to see him again, but why couldn’t she steel herself enough to chase him away every time he appeared?
After dinner was ready and the dishes were spread on the table, Anastasia looked toward the man on the couch. “Should you take your medicine before or after meals?”
“After,” the man replied.
“Mr. Presgrave, you have to take your medicine on time so that you can recover quickly,” Jared said in concern.
“Okay.” Elliot smiled as he spoke.
At the table, Jared put some food on Elliot’s plate like a good child. Elliot gazed gently at the kid as if Jared were his own son.
