When His Eyes Opened

Chapter 182 The loud sound startled Avery and Mike and they looked at the door with surprise. From there, they saw Elliot’s face looking horrible and sunken as if someone had offended him.

“Hi, Avery’s ex-husband!” Mike jumped off the table and marched towards Elliot as he greeted Elliot cheerfully.

Avery felt pain in her temples. Mike had no idea what a scary person Elliot was. It was up to Avery to stop Mike from inviting his own death. Avery quickly strode toward Mike and pulled him backward.

This action caused Elliot’s anger to slowly rise. What was the relationship between the both of them, Elliot wondered? Why was Avery being so protective of this inappropriate-looking man?

“Why are you here?” Avery stood in front of Elliot as she looked up at him, “Is there still reason for us to meet anymore?”

Elliot clenched his fingers so tightly that the paper in his hand almost ripped apart. He walked a step forward so that his body got closer to Avery.

Avery could feel the anger in Elliot rising and he could lash out at any time. She quickly pushed Mike out of the door and said, “Wait for me outside.”

After she pushed Mike out of the office, she closed the door.

is that man?” Elliot questioned Avery with her cheek

room spectating, so

to be rude. I don’t want to fight with you,” Avery said as she took the piece of paper away from Elliot’s hand, “This

of paper. Her body started to shiver and her face was

of expression on Avery’s face

Elliot with a cold and sharp voice,

Avery responded very quickly, “No. Our child was aborted a long time ago. This child… I adopted him while I was

Elliot would use all means to take the child away. He hated children

was different from normal children. Who knew what would happen to Hayden if Elliot had custody over

as he did not expect that answer, “Why did you want

pitiful and that’s why I adopted him. This will be the only and last time that I’ll explain it to you, Elliot. Stop messing around in my private life. If you have so much free time on your hands, why don’t you go take care of your

threw the piece of paper