Chapter 125

Since Elliot didn’t want to leave, Anastasia decided that she would leave instead. She picked her bag
up and was about to go when Elliot raised an eyebrow and reached his long arm over to grab her wrist
and pull her into his arms. She lost her balance and immediately fell face-first into his chest.

She looked up angrily, only to feel his breath on her face. He stared fixedly at her face, and there was a
hint of amusement in his gaze as she tried to push him away. “Don’t mess around with me, Elliot! Let
go!”

“What if I don’t?” The man started getting playful with her. She’s the one who made me feel so troubled
the whole night, anyway, he thought. I didn’t even have the mental capacity to care about anything
other than her during the charity dinner today. She really pushed my buttons this time.

“You…” She continued pushing him away. He was dressed in a white silk shirt, and she could feel his
firm muscles against her palm as she pushed him. Elliot wrapped both his arms around her waist and
intertwined his fingers to form a firm lock behind her back. She was losing her mind at this point. What
is this guy trying to do here? Anyone can push the door open at any time, and my reputation will be
ruined if someone sees us like this. The news of me seducing the Presgrave Family’s young master will
spread like wildfire then.

While she continued to wrestle her way out of his grip, he quietly admired her gorgeous features. His
gaze fell on her red lips—the lipstick she used that day made her look especially pretty as the color
made her lips look juicy and full. He could feel his heart fluttering, and he was tempted to know the way
that she tasted.

All of a sudden, he loosened his grip on her. She thought she would be able to escape then, but the
man then held onto her waist and the back of her head. His grip was firm and controlling, and the look
in his eyes turned rather dangerous.



Frustration bubbled in Anastasia’s chest as the man’s lips moved closer to hers. Right when he was
about to force her into a kiss, she raised her right hand to swing it across his face. Smack! The sound
of her slap was extra loud and crisp in the small room. Moments later, a red slap mark appeared on his
handsome face.

The air seemed to freeze as the man’s gaze grew visibly darker. There was a fiery look in Anastasia’s
eyes-she was like a ferocious phoenix that was glaring at her prey. “I dare you to kiss me again.” She
didn’t want him to take advantage of her any longer, and she wanted him to know that she wasn’t
someone he could mess with.

However, she had just finished her sentence when the man lost his temper. He used all his might to
shove her down onto the couch. Then, he climbed on top of her before he leaned forward to press his
palm against her nose and red lips.

Anastasia couldn’t breathe. This b*stard is suffocating me! Does he want me to slap him again? Her
right hand was pinned down, so she raised her left hand to do the job. However, the man grabbed her
wrist before holding it above her head. Then, he pressed his lips against hers in a fierce, rough manner.

She felt as if he were sucking all the energy out of her. Her teeth and lips were chattering! Anastasia
felt like she was a kitten who had been dominated by the man’s strength and bodily

heat. In the end, the man let go of her. She finally found the strength to scold him then.

“You b*stard, Elliot! You’re such a pervert!” she cried. But the man simply stood up to leave. After he
walked out, she took a few sips of water as she thought about the slap she gave him earlier. Why didn’t
I hit him a little harder? Well, everyone knows that Young M

rder? Well, everyone knows that Young Master Elliot is probably going to be the most popular choice
among the rest of the young ladies. Yet, the only woman he tried to kiss gave him a large slap on his



face. He has probably never felt so ashamed in his whole life.

Anastasia was contemplating whether to leave the party or not when her phone started ringing. She
glanced at the caller ID before taking a deep breath and picking it up. “Hello, Old madam Presgrave,”
she uttered in a serious tone.

“Where are you, Anastasia? Why didn’t I see you?” Harriet asked.

“I’m resting in one of the rooms on the second floor,” Anastasia replied.

“I’m on the first floor. Hurry over here! I’d like to see you.” The old woman spoke in a gentle but firm
tone. Anastasia felt her heart skipping a beat as she thought, I don’t think Old Madam Presgrave knows
that I just slapped her favorite grandson, right?


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