When His Eyes Opened (Avery and Elliott)

Chapter 400

"Miss Tate, you're finally up!" A man's voice rang in her ears.

Avery looked to where the sound was coming from. It was Elliot's bodyguard.

"Miss Tate, do you still remember what happened last night?" The bodyguard stood by the side of the bed and said, "Last night when Mr. Foster carried you back, it was raining extremely heavily! He even lost his shoe! He carried you all the way back barefooted!"

Avery was speechless.

"Although your leg is seriously injured, Mr. Foster's feet were cut deeply too..." The bodyguard looked down at her. ''You were under the rain last night, and you developed a fever, and so did Mr. Foster. After bringing you back, he dealt with the injury on his feet, took some medication, and left to attend Madame Rosalie's funeral without any time to rest."

The bodyguard looked at her emotionless face. He thought that, perhaps, the fever had made her stupid.

"Miss Tate, you're the craziest and bravest woman I've ever met." The bodyguard had an expression of admiration. "At five in the morning, my colleagues and I found an injured wolf. It must be the one that bit you last night, right? You're amazing! You're so small, yet you could fight a wolf with your bare hands!"

"Thad a dagger," Avery corrected him. After speaking, something felt stuck in her throat, and she coughed terribly!

"Miss Tate, don't speak. All you need to do is listen to me," The bodyguard continued, "We ate the wolf! Consider it avenging you!"

Avery was speechless.

guilty about what he did to you in the cellar yesterday! The python doesn't eat humans.

you apologizing to

hated you to death. We never thought that he cared so much for you," the bodyguard said helplessly. "I know that you must hate Mr. Foster to death right now. I'm

"I want

to check on you," the

a slight fever! Also, you lost quite a lot of blood. You're anemic. You need to stay in bed for the next few days. You cannot afford to catch a cold. Your body is extremely weak right now. The injury on your thigh is serious too.

felt weak and wobbly. When she came around, she wanted to see if she could raise her legs.

was awake, she was no different from a paralyzed person. She

thought could gain a reaction out of her.

make some plain food," the doctor said and

the lights on the ceiling in a daze.

in sharp contrast to

be heard outside the window. The black Rolls-Roice stopped in front

out of

"She did not cry nor make a fuss. She seems like she