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.

Elliot was there, she should just return to

wanting to eat meat yesterday. I hope it suits your taste,”

pins and needles with a face

the words “I don’t want to see you, Elliot

look straight at her, but he felt the resistance emanating from

after breakfast. You should know yourself what to say and what not to say,” he

you plan on giving me the money for that dress

was fine if he wanted her to cooperate and go see Rosalie, but he had to settle

of milk, “I can wire it over to you if

as she pulled out her phone, opened up her account number

down his glass of

“Five thousand,” Avery responded.

eyes and glared at her. She felt no guilt

$4,500 on

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

deeply bruised, so she planned to stop

feel bad for asking for the extra $500

lips pursed slightly.

Avery’s anger simmered

I wouldn’t

words, but quietly rolled off in his wheelchair

silence extinguished another

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

from the ICU this time, which meant that her condition was a lot more serious

you been

not have the heart to blame her son once she saw him, but

“Pretty good,” Elliot replied.

turned old and frail, he held back some of the

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

on the other hand, need to take care of

never dated or gone after a girl before. He might not be that gentle or romantic, but I hope you can forgive him. He’s

trying to

however, felt extremely

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