NovelEnglishFollowing that, the couple strolled in the vicinity without Jared, who was tired after playing the whole afternoon.
With street lights lighting up the route by the beach outside the cafe, the vast sea that was hovered by the night sky was serene.
Elliot had no tto spare during the day, so he spent the whole night keeping Anastasia company.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe villas were perching on the trough area of the huge island like a crescent moon. Compared to daylight, the night view was exceptionally gorgeous as the moonlight glow brushed against the surface of the sea.
Suddenly, rock music could be heard from all sides. A band was performing in front of the guests and employees. With over a hundred people, the revel was in full swing.
At that moment, Anastasia noticed that sof them were spectating something. Curious, she took hold of Elliot's hand and strode over to join the crowd.
Soon, it was revealed that the one who had taken the spotlight was a girl rocking along the rhythm. Her bold moves displayed her perfect curves, showing no sort of embarrassment. Needless to say, most of the spectators were men..
Anastasia was stunned when she recognized who the girl was. It was Katrina, a model who was adept at dancing. Still, her dancing appeared quite ostentatious on the beach right now.
In the meantime, she spotted Anastasia as well as the handsElliot from the crowd. Twisting and turning her body, she glided over and halted before them. Like a snake, she was flexing her flexibility with slithering movements in front of him.
It wasn't until then that she moved toward Anastasia and clung onto her arm. “Anastasia, long tno see! Do you still remember me?” Anastasia was not foreign to Katrina's energetic soul, for she knew the girl's character better than anyone else.
Although Katrina was a materialistic girl, Anastasia’s contemporary perception of Katrina had changed as the soon-to-be Mrs. Presgrave.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Katrina, it's been a while,” greeted Anastasia in return.
However, Katrina was making eyes at Elliot. “Anastasia, who's this handsguy standing next to you?” “He’s my honey,” introduced Anastasia, who was assaulted by a sense of danger coming from Katrina.
“Mr. Presgrave, nice to meet you. I'm Katrina Sullivan, Anastasia’s best friend.” Katrina beamed with pleasure.
“Pleasure to meet you too.” Elliot nodded in response.
Her smile had always been alluring to the eyes. Like an invisible hook, it kept trying to catch hold of his attention since it was an endeavor to get into his good books at first meet.
“Katrina, | hope you enjoy your stay here.” Anastasia removed Katrina's hand from hers. “I have to split now.” “Sure.” An awkward Katrina withdrew her hands before looking at Elliot, who had turned around. She was desperate to see what kind of response he had.
She believed that no man could ever restrain himself upon seeing her dancing, not even Elliot. From her point of view, rich guys had a rather unbridled indulgence for woman and sex. As long as one could pique their interest, they wouldn't let the chance slip through their hands that easily.
Twirling her hair, she watched the couple leave and a smile crept up her lips. Elliot Presgrave. As expected of the perfect man, he can make anyone fall for him with that looks, body and domineering aura. Back then, Anastasia insisted on keeping the baby no matter what. Is it because she knew that Elliot is the father?
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