Chapter 13
In the bathroom of the master bedroom, the nurse was carefully drying the water droplets off of Elliot’s body with a dry towel.

His legs were still weak and he was only able to stand up if someone was holding on to him, so he needed the help of the nurse.

This nurse had been taking care of him ever since he met with the accident.

He was a middle aged man who was meticulous and careful with his work.

“You have a bruise on your thigh, Mr. Foster,” said the nurse as he put on Elliot’s bathrobe and helped him out of the bathroom. “I’ll go get some ointment for you.”

Elliot sat on the edge of the bed and opened up the bathrobe to look at the bruise when the nurse walked out of the room.

It was not like he had no feeling in his legs, but when Avery had pinched him, he held back and pretended like he had felt nothing.

For some reason, he kept recalling Avery’s crying face.

Also, the unique fragrance of her body continued to linger in his heart.

Elliot had never felt this way about a woman in all of his years.

There was never a woman who was able to make him feel such strange emotions.

Something about Avery Tate somehow managed to arouse something inside of him.

Was it necessary for him to feel this way towards a woman whom he was about to divorce?

It was a feeling that was completely strange and absurd to him.

If he had a chance to go through it again, however, he would still lose his temper and rip her dress apart.

At 7 a.m. the next morning, Avery deliberately woke up early to avoid Elliot and have her breakfast.

She emerged from her bedroom and headed towards the dining room.

“Madam! You woke up early today, too! Breakfast is ready,” Mrs. Cooper greeted her with a smile.

The word “too” was said with a strong emphasis.

she should just return to her

ravioli for you this morning. I made it especially for you since you mentioned not wanting to eat meat yesterday. I

she was sitting on pins and needles with

the words “I don’t want

not look straight at her, but he

breakfast. You should know yourself

you plan on giving me the money for that dress last night?” Avery asked

go see

home,” Elliot said as he took a sip of milk, “I can wire it over to you if you’re in a

as she pulled out her phone, opened up her account number and passed it over

much was it?” Elliot asked as he set down his glass

“Five thousand,” Avery responded.

his eyes and glared at

say $4,500 on

then raised her right hand and added, “The extra $500 is

had grabbed yesterday was deeply bruised, so she planned to stop by the drugstore

not feel bad for asking for

his lips pursed

anger simmered down after getting the

because you paid me the money. I wouldn’t forgive you even if you

her cruel words,

another third

a.m. that morning, the Foster family was gathered at the

that her condition was a

have you been

have the heart to blame her son once

“Pretty good,” Elliot replied.

old and frail, he held

Avery, then asked, “What about you, Avery? Is Elliot still giving you a hard time? You have to

You, on the

after a girl before. He might not be that gentle or romantic, but I hope you can forgive him. He’s a man

was trying

however, felt

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