When His Eyes Opened By Simple Silence

Chapter 10

The living room instantly fell so silent that one could hear the sound of a beating heart.

Avery stormed back to her room and violently slammed the door shut.

The loud bang rumbled through the entire mansion.

This woman dared slam a door in Elliot Foster’s house. She must not fear death.

Everyone turned their gaze to evaluate Elliot’s reaction. He looked calm and composed as if he was not angry at all.

Normally, if anyone were to make a sound louder than 60 decibels in front of him, he would definitely frown.

The sound of Avery’s slamming door was at least 90 decibels, so why was he not upset?

More importantly, the bottle of wine that Avery had smashed was over thirty thousand dollars. They had not even had the chance to drink it yet.

She broke it without even batting an eyelid.

“D*mn, I heard that Miss Tate’s father passed away a few days ago. Seeing as she showed up in black, she must have just returned from the funeral!”

Someone had mustered up the courage to break the silence.

The woman in the white dress was a senior manager at Sterling Group’s PR department, Chelsea Tierney.

It was her birthday, so she had invited a few of Elliot’s friends to the house to also celebrate his recovery.

Her earlier altercation with Avery was a huge blow to her pride.

Chelsea noticed Elliot’s unbothered expression, but she knew him well enough to know that he could blow up at any moment.

She returned to his side and apologized cautiously, “I’m sorry, Elliot. I didn’t know her father had passed away.”

Elliot snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray. He smoothly picked up his wine glass with his long, slender fingers and downed its contents in one swift gulp.

He placed the empty glass back on the table, then said in a low, sensual voice, “Happy birthday.”

Chelsea’s ears turned red as she responded, “Thank you.”

“Also, Avery Tate isn’t someone you can touch,” Elliot said as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. His voice carried a hint of warning. “Even if she were just a pet in the Foster household, I’m the only one who can push her around.”

Chelsea panicked.

“But you’re about to divorce her, so she would be even less than a pet by then!”

instantly

I no longer wanted, I still won’t watch as someone puts her

up the shattered wine bottle and take away

up Elliot’s

do that. She won’t actually lay her hand on Miss Tate,” the man sitting on the other side of

punishment! You may be the birthday girl, but you

glass and prepared to take three

the side at his bodyguard who immediately walked over and helped

said before he returned to

he left the room with reddened

of the night left. Do we keep

would be good for Chelsea to give up, too. Otherwise, she’ll keep thinking she’ll become Mrs. Foster one

her give up! Elliot is still planning to divorce

Avery Tate, she’s quite beautiful, but she has

……

knees in her arms as tears quietly streamed down her

held her tears for the past

his death constantly echoed

the hatred that she had felt for him had vanished

she fell into a deep

woke up the next morning, her eyes were

into a clean nightgown and walked out of the

well the past few days, and she was so hungry that her

the entrance of the dining room, she saw Elliot’s

her, “Breakfast is ready,

She was scared of offending him

the thought of him delaying the divorce gave

and sat down. Mrs. Cooper placed her breakfast in front of her, and she

last night costs thirty thousand

His voice was indifferent.

tightened around her fork

dollars for a bottle of

kind of wine was

he expecting her to

looked like she could

Her back was drenched in a

If you break something in my house again, you’ll

stopped hurting upon hearing

early stages of pregnancy, ranging

occasional bout of nausea, Avery had yet to