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.

was there, she should just

I made it especially for you since you mentioned not wanting to eat meat yesterday. I hope it suits your taste,” Mrs. Cooper said warmly

was sitting on pins and

don’t want to see you, Elliot Foster” written on

but he felt the resistance

know yourself what to say and

money for that dress last night?” Avery

if he wanted her to cooperate and go see Rosalie,

of milk, “I can wire it over

her phone, opened up her account number and passed it over

set down his

“Five thousand,” Avery responded.

lifted his eyes and glared at her. She felt

$4,500 on the

me, then?” Avery retorted, then raised her right hand

had grabbed yesterday was deeply bruised, so she

for asking

at Avery’s wrist and his lips pursed

Avery’s anger simmered down after getting

the money. I wouldn’t forgive you even if you gave me another

not respond to her cruel words,

silence extinguished another third of her

that morning, the Foster family was gathered at the old mansion to visit the

that her condition was a lot more serious than the last time she was admitted

have you been

not have the heart to blame her son once she saw

“Pretty good,” Elliot replied.

old and frail, he held back some of the words he wanted

shifted her gaze to Avery, then asked, “What about you, Avery? Is Elliot still giving you a

on the other hand,

fine,” said Rosalie. “Avery, Elliot has never dated or gone after a girl before. He might not be that gentle or romantic, but I

trying to

felt extremely

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