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!”

gaze instantly turned ice

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

Mrs. Cooper walked in to clean up the

up Elliot’s

mean to do that. She won’t actually lay her hand on Miss Tate,”

shots as punishment! You may be the birthday girl, but you did go a

her glass and

the side at his bodyguard who

Elliot said before he returned to his

reddened eyes. She gulped down three shots. She stomped in

of the night

be good for Chelsea to give up, too.

what happened tonight would make her give up! Elliot is still planning to divorce

Tate, she’s quite beautiful, but she has a bad temper. How

……

guest room, Avery held her knees in her arms as tears quietly

held her tears for the past three days had been

father’s final apology before his death constantly echoed in her

the hatred that she had felt for him had vanished

she fell into a

she woke up the next morning, her eyes were swollen and

changed into a clean nightgown and walked

not eaten well the past few days, and she

she arrived at the entrance of the dining

immediately greeted her, “Breakfast is ready, Madam! Come over

the past, Avery avoided Elliot like the plague. She was scared of offending him and

the thought of him delaying the divorce gave her a boost

down. Mrs. Cooper placed her

bottle of wine last night costs thirty

His voice was indifferent.

tightened around her fork as her mind went

dollars for a

wine was

her to

think she looked

felt a pang of pain in her stomach. Her back was drenched in a cold sweat, and

pale face and said, “This is a warning. If you break something in my house again,

hearing this, and her appetite

stages of pregnancy, ranging

occasional bout of nausea, Avery had yet to

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