When His Eyes Opened

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 turned

longer wanted, I still won’t watch

clean up the shattered wine bottle and take away

up Elliot’s wine

to do that. She won’t actually lay her hand on Miss Tate,” the man sitting on the other side of Elliot said as he tried to lighten

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

her glass and prepared to

side at his bodyguard who immediately walked over and

said before

as he left the room with reddened

of the night

to give up, too. Otherwise, she’ll keep thinking she’ll become Mrs.

make her give up! Elliot is

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

……

in her arms as tears quietly

for

father’s final apology before his death constantly echoed

that she had felt for him had

she fell into a

woke up the next morning,

into a clean nightgown and walked out of the

few days, and she was so hungry that

the entrance of the dining room,

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

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

of him delaying the divorce gave her a

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

last night costs thirty

His voice was indifferent.

fork

for

kind of wine was that

expecting her to pay for

think she looked like she could

stomach. Her back was drenched in a cold sweat, and she had lost her

at Avery’s tired and pale face and said, “This is a warning. If you break something in my

stopped hurting upon hearing this, and her appetite

early stages of

the occasional bout of nausea, Avery had yet to throw