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.

 

word “too” was said with a strong

 

she should

 

for you this morning. I made it especially for you since you mentioned not wanting to eat

 

like she was sitting on pins and needles with a face

 

don’t want to see you, Elliot Foster”

 

straight at her, but he felt the resistance

 

see my mother after breakfast. You should know yourself what to say and what not to say,”

 

giving me the money for that dress last night?”

 

and go see Rosalie,

 

much cash at home,” Elliot said as he took a sip of milk, “I can wire it over to you if

 

as she pulled out her phone, opened up her account number and

 

it?” Elliot asked as he set down his

 

“Five thousand,” Avery responded.

 

and glared at her. She felt no guilt

 

$4,500 on

 

raised her right

 

bruised, so she planned to stop by the

 

did not feel bad for asking for

 

at Avery’s wrist and his lips pursed slightly. He wired the

 

anger simmered down after getting

 

money. I

 

did not respond to her cruel words, but quietly rolled off in his wheelchair

 

another

 

 

morning, the Foster family was gathered at the old

 

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

 

been feeling,

 

did not have the heart to blame her son once she saw him, but worried about

 

“Pretty good,” Elliot replied.

 

and frail, he held

 

to hear,” Rosalie said as she shifted her gaze to Avery, then asked, “What about you, Avery?

 

said, “He’s not. You, on the other hand, need to

 

fine as long as you and Elliot are fine,” said Rosalie. “Avery, Elliot has never dated or gone after a girl before. He might not be that gentle or romantic, but I hope you can forgive him.

 

was trying

 

felt extremely

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