When His Eyes Opened (Avery and Elliott)

Chapter 10

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!”

Elliot’s gaze instantly turned ice cold.

something I no longer wanted,

Mrs. Cooper walked in to clean up the shattered wine bottle

filled up Elliot’s wine

hand on Miss Tate,” the man sitting on the other side of Elliot said as he tried to lighten the

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

up her glass and prepared to

the side at his bodyguard who immediately walked over and helped him

Elliot said before he

Elliot’s back as he left the room with reddened eyes. She gulped down three shots. She stomped in

of the night left.

course! It would be good for Chelsea to give up, too. Otherwise,

would make her give up! Elliot is still planning to divorce

but she has a bad temper. How does

……

her knees in her arms as tears quietly

dam that had held her tears for the past three days had been completely

father’s final apology before his death constantly echoed in

hatred that she had felt for him had

until she fell into

up the next morning, her eyes were

changed into a clean nightgown and

had not eaten well the past few days, and she was so hungry that her stomach

entrance of the dining

immediately greeted her, “Breakfast is ready, Madam! Come

past, Avery avoided Elliot like the plague. She

him delaying the divorce

her breakfast in front of

wine last night

His voice was indifferent.

her fork as her mind

dollars for

kind of wine was

he expecting her to

she looked like

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

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

hearing this, and

women suffer side effects during the early stages of pregnancy, ranging from vomiting to being

from the occasional bout of nausea,

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