His Eagle Eyes on Me

It's normal. If I'm a guy and I see that Layla is looking for suitors, I can't help but try." Done with her skincare routine, Avery walked over to Elliot and glanced at the screen of his laptop, where Elliot happened to be looking at Sam's email.

"This kid looks sweet." She glanced through the portfolio and saw the words 'accept marrying into the Foster Family instead' in red and bold. "Haha, this kid says he can marry into our family instead!"

"Layla is way out of his league! There are countless men who would give up their family names to marry into our family. Am I supposed to be impressed just because he put those words in red bold?! Something is wrong with his head!" Elliot said before deleting Sam's email.

"Stop going through these, Elliot. I don't want you to get insomnia later." She closed his laptop and took it away.

"What if Layla never finds her perfect match, Avery?" Elliot was not in any hurry before, but his mind had swung to the other extreme, now that Layla had started openly searching for men. "Once the two of us are gone, she will be all alone..."

"Hayden and Robert are around, so how can she be alone?" Avery set the laptop down on the table and returned to bed, sitting down next to Elliot.

"Hayden and Robert will get married at some point and won't have time to look after Layla," he said worriedly. "I'm not worried about Robert because he can definitely find a wife. I'm not worried about Hayden either, because even if he never marries, he can take good care of himself, but our daughter..." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Instead of that, maybe you should worry about which one of us is going to die first!" Avery felt like Elliot had too much time on his hands. "If you die first and leave me behind, what should I do?"

take care of you.

stared at Elliot, unsure of

too heavy to

of myself, I don't want to bother them." Avery paused for a few moments before

not want to answer it. "If you die, I

at

you need

anything about dying

you are just talking about it, I can't live

anxious won't help anything and will only exhaust us. We've been searching for Ivy all these years, and we just keep getting disappointed... If feeling anxious could help me get her back, I

merely

gone, or we would

All I hope

hope that she's been reborn to

must she be