The Girl Bumped to Him Is Pregnant novel (Anastasia)

Chapter

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As the end of the workday finally approached, Anastasia's office phone rang and she reached out to answer the call. "Good evening." "Meet me at the parking lot in 10 minutes," Elliot instructed her concisely before hanging up.

She stared at the phone in speechlessness. Never did she think she would be heading home in his car!

Nevertheless, given that her only other option was to take a cab, she might as well save her money by carpooling with him instead.

And so, 10 minutes later, Anastasia picked up her purse and sprinted to the car park where the black sedan was already waiting for her.

After Anastasia pulled open the passenger's side door and climbed in, Elliot zoomed off toward the garage exit. "We'll pick Jared up first and stop by the grocery store for some ingredients before going home," he instructed.

"Okay," she answered. It wasn't like she had the confidence to say otherwise, anyway-if Elliot was the only reason why her father was successful, what place was there for her opinion?

The only thing she could do was try her best to repay Elliot.

"There have been major issues with your father's company funds recently," he told her as he elegantly turned the steering wheel while keeping his eyes on the road. "If he didn't have this project to save him, he would need to ask a lot of people for help."

At that, Anastasia's heart clenched. Of course she already knew her father undertaking this company meant he would need to make requests from a lot of people.

Yet, a single word from Elliot had saved her father from such dire straits and kept her father from needing to humble himself in front of others.

"Thank you," she said from the bottom of her heart as she glanced sincerely at Elliot.

"I barely had to lift a finger." Elliot raised his eyebrow slightly.

Such was the charm of power. Where others had to beg, he only had to say a single sentence.

"At any rate, I'm very grateful that you helped my dad out."

"The larger Tillman Constructions grows, the more projects he will need to keep it alive. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to it." Elliot's voice was low, powerful, and mesmerizing in the car. Anastasia stopped breathing. Did that mean he would continue to help her father? And that Francis would always need his help?

No-the debt of gratitude she owed him would only snowball by then. How was she going to repay him in the future?

Yet, the current size of Tillman Constructions would indeed require continuous projects to maintain. Once funds were cut off, it would suffer huge losses and Francis would be subject to endless pressure and anxiety.

Given his age, she was afraid that he wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure.

Meanwhile, glancing at the silent woman next to him and knowing he had stressed her out, Elliot said lightly, "Don't think too much about it. I won't ask too much of you."

As if that was what she was worried about! Lifting her head, Anastasia said, "I'll try my best to ask my dad to work hard to get his own projects in the future. We won't need your help anymore." Elliot smiled. "Are you sure?"

Of course Anastasia wasn't sure. She knew nothing about her father's company.

"You will be the one to take over your father's company in the future, won't you?" Elliot guessed correctly in a single sentence.

She ignored him in speechlessness. She would only think about it when the time came. Who knew whether she would end up selling the company when it came into her hands by then? At the school gates.

After Anastasia went inside to pick up her son, Elliot sat in the car and stared unwaveringly at the school gates. He felt just like a father waiting for his son. Since he hadn't seen Jared in a few days, he missed Jared quite a lot, just like he would if Jared were actually his son.

Not long after that, he saw the heartwarming scene of the mother and son emerging from the school gates. The woman was slender and beautiful; the child, sensible and adorable. It was a sight for sore eyes. At that juncture, he pushed open the car door and stepped out. The moment Jared saw him, the little boy released his mother's hand and sprinted toward Elliot, shouting excitedly, "Mr. Presgrave! Mr. Presgrave!"

A speechless Anastasia stared at her son. Why on earth did Jared like Elliot so much?

Meanwhile, Elliot reached down and carried Jared up. Seated in the crook of his strong arms, the little boy smiled happily. To Jared, there was nothing more he yearned for than a strong and domineering father and Elliot satisfied everything he imagined a father to be.