When His Eyes Opened (Avery and Elliott)

Chapter 42 

Avery wondered if she would be his mistress if that woman was still alive.

If she was dead, then was she her replacement?

Either way, it made her heart ache and left a bad taste in her mouth.

While Avery was lost in thought, Elliot’s thoughts also wandered.

“Tell me, what exactly do you like about Cole?” he asked as he pulled out his cigarette box. His face was the epitome of an enigma.

“I don’t like him anymore,” Avery said coldly.

If they had not talked things out earlier, she might have continued to use Cole to anger him.

It was childish, but Elliot was always losing his temper over the smallest things.

If she did not retaliate, she would lose her mind.

“Is it because you realized he was nothing but a penniless loser?” Elliot asked as he held the unlit cigarette between his fingers.

“Is money all you think about?” Avery retorted. “Back when Cole was pursuing me, he would write me love letters every day. On the weekends, he would take me to art galleries and music recitals. We would have the most wonderful conversations-”

superficial bullsh*t to me! It’s precisely because all he thinks about is getting into a woman’s pants that his business is a mess,” said Elliot, cutting her off. “What you consider wonderful was nothing

When I was sixteen, I liked guys with good grades. At seventeen, I was into basketball players. I liked talented guys when I was eighteen… I loved Cole. It’s all in the past, and I might hate him now, but I can’t pretend that

cigarette in half; his eyes

pursed her lips and stood

to her room but walked to the dining room because she was still

to eat,

looked calm and nonchalant as if it were someone else and not her that had just

Cooper immediately prepared dinner for

at the dining table, pulled out her phone, and saw

him. He’s a little too soft for me. He didn’t seem to be that into me either, but said that we should

give him much spending money! How could he

to get to

(Long story. I’ll tell you

right away after receiving

hand clenched her

room

everything if she

declined the call and sent Tammy a text: [I

that night, Elliot paced back and