Chapter 13

In the bathroom of the master bedroom, the nurse was carefully drying the water droplets off of Elliot’s body with a dry towel.

His legs were still weak and he was only able to stand up if someone was holding on to him, so he needed the help of the nurse.

This nurse had been taking care of him ever since he met with the accident.

He was a middle aged man who was meticulous and careful with his work.

“You have a bruise on your thigh, Mr. Foster,” said the nurse as he put on Elliot’s bathrobe and helped him out of the bathroom. “I’ll go get some ointment for you.”

Elliot sat on the edge of the bed and opened up the bathrobe to look at the bruise when the nurse walked out of the room.

It was not like he had no feeling in his legs, but when Avery had pinched him, he held back and pretended like he had felt nothing.

For some reason, he kept recalling Avery’s crying face.

Also, the unique fragrance of her body continued to linger in his heart.

Elliot had never felt this way about a woman in all of his years.

There was never a woman who was able to make him feel such strange emotions.

Something about Avery Tate somehow managed to arouse something inside of him.

Was it necessary for him to feel this way towards a woman whom he was about to divorce?

It was a feeling that was completely strange and absurd to him.

If he had a chance to go through it again, however, he would still lose his temper and rip her dress apart.

At 7 a.m. the next morning, Avery deliberately woke up early to avoid Elliot and have her breakfast.

She emerged from her bedroom and headed towards the dining room.

“Madam! You woke up early today, too! Breakfast is ready,” Mrs. Cooper greeted her with a smile.

“too” was said

there, she should just return

you mentioned not wanting to eat meat yesterday. I hope it suits your taste,” Mrs. Cooper said warmly as she

on pins and needles with a face of

well have the words “I don’t want to see you, Elliot

her, but he

see my mother after breakfast. You should know yourself what

on giving me the money for that dress last night?” Avery asked

was fine if he wanted her to cooperate and go see Rosalie, but he had to settle his

took a sip of milk,

number!” Avery said as she pulled out her phone, opened up her account number and passed it

down his glass of

“Five thousand,” Avery responded.

glared at her.

it say $4,500 on the

asking me, then?” Avery retorted, then raised her right

had grabbed yesterday was deeply bruised, so she planned to stop by the drugstore when she had the

for asking

at Avery’s wrist and his lips pursed slightly. He wired the $4,500

of Avery’s anger simmered down

just because you paid me the money. I wouldn’t forgive you even if you gave me another $4,500,”

respond to her cruel words, but quietly rolled off

extinguished another third of

gathered at the old mansion

time, which meant that her condition was a lot more serious than the last time she was

been feeling, Elliot?”

have the heart to blame her son once she saw him, but worried

“Pretty good,” Elliot replied.

mother’s face which had turned old and frail, he held back some of

asked, “What about you, Avery? Is Elliot still giving you a hard time? You

shook her head and said, “He’s not. You, on the other hand, need

or gone after a girl before. He might not be that gentle or romantic, but I hope

trying to convince

felt

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