The Girl Bumped to Him Is Pregnant novel (Anastasia)

Chapter 148

Anastasia's face furiously reddened. "I do not."

"Marry me, and you'll be able to look at it whenever you want," Elliot told her.

"I don't want to look at it!" she shouted as her face reddened even further. Is this man truly so self confident?

It was only after he gave a meaningful smile did he pull open the door and leave.

Now that she was left alone on the couch, she spaced out. Her mind was still on the blue screen of death. Even as she covered her reddened cheeks, she could still feel the warmth of his lips on hers. What a scoundrel. Didn't he say before that he will behave himself?

She shouldn't have believed him. For that man to keep his word, pigs would instead be climbing trees by then.

At this moment, Anastasia glanced toward her son's room. It was a good thing that he didn't know what had happened.

As the gravity of having to share her evenings with Elliot for the next year sank in, she felt her head aching.

She rushed to work after dropping her son off at school early the next morning. As she hurried through the crowd with her curls bouncing on her shoulders, she was in a gray plaid blouse and a black pencil skir with a purse slung over her shoulder. Such an attire of hers had inadvertently showcased her professionalism.

A black sedan stopped at the entrance of her workplace at this very moment. Elliot was here to take a document back to the Presgrave Corporation when he happened to see her coming from the street as she weaved through the crowd of office workers while radiating a strong, mesmerizing sense of calm confidence.

At this moment, Anastasia happened to glance at her watch and noticed that there were only two minutes left for her to clock in. She instantly panicked and sprinted toward the lobby, not caring that she looked somewhat wretched as she did so.

What she didn't know was that Elliot was witnessing everything from inside the car.

Her rushed demeanor had made him smile. In the past, he didn't know a woman like her even existed. She wasn't particularly outstanding or alluring, but she had a certain charm to her that drove him crazy. He was even willing to be branded a voyeur for staring at her because of this.

At the last minute, she managed to clock in. When she saw the green light flashing, she smiled, feeling somewhat accomplished and inexplicably satisfied at being able to arrive on the dot for work.

After Anastasia entered her office, Grace carried her cup of coffee to her. "You're going to meet with a client today, Miss Tillman! Do you need any materials to be prepared?"

Recalling immediately that she would have to meet Leah today, Anastasia went to her cabinet to

pull out a few documents and set them on the desk.

"Do you need me to go with you, Miss Tillman?" Grace asked.

With a smile, Anastasia shook her head. "There's no need. Let me understand the situation first.

I'll bring you along next time."

After all, Leah was only trying to make things difficult for her. If she had brought Grace along, Grace would only be bullied alongside her, so it was best she withstood this pressure alone!

Anastasia called Leah at around ten in the morning. At the other end of the line, Leah's voice asked, "Why are you only looking for me now, Miss Tillman? Surely your work efficiency could be better than this!" "My apologies. I'll come right away. Where would you like to meet?"

"I'll give you the address and you can come over!" Leah grumbled with deliberate impatience.

Not long after that, Anastasia received the address. After keying in the location on her device, she went downstairs to hail a cab and head to the destination.

While on the way there, she couldn't help spacing out for a moment and thinking about Elliot. Images of him keeping her son company floated through her mind. When she was sending Jared to school that morning, he even asked her expectantly, "Will Mr. Presgrave come to our place for dinner tonight, Mommy?"

To placate her son, Anastasia simply responded, "Yes."

Upon seeing her son happily skipping around at her answer, she found herself hoping that Elliot would be free to come over that evening.

Anastasia sighed. What is happening to me lately? Why are all my thoughts full of this man?

At this moment, the cab driver told her, "We're here, miss."

When she raised her head to glance out of the window, Anastasia saw the signboard of an atmospheric cafe, after which she paid the driver and alighted from the cab.

It wasn't until she entered the lobby that she realized the cafe was on the top floor. She helplessly entered the elevator and rode all the way to the top floor. The cafe in question was the kind of coffeehouse which only the rich could afford. For someone like her, being able to drink Starbucks on a normal day was already considered a luxury.