When His Eyes Opened (full chapter)

Chapter 400

"Miss Tate, you're finally up!" A man's voice rang in her ears.

Avery looked to where the sound was coming from. It was Elliot's bodyguard.

"Miss Tate, do you still remember what happened last night?" The bodyguard stood by the side of the bed and said, "Last night when Mr. Foster carried you back, it was raining extremely heavily! He even lost his shoe! He carried you all the way back barefooted!"

Avery was speechless.

"Although your leg is seriously injured, Mr. Foster's feet were cut deeply too..." The bodyguard looked down at her. ''You were under the rain last night, and you developed a fever, and so did Mr. Foster. After bringing you back, he dealt with the injury on his feet, took some medication, and left to attend Madame Rosalie's funeral without any time to rest."

The bodyguard looked at her emotionless face. He thought that, perhaps, the fever had made her stupid.

"Miss Tate, you're the craziest and bravest woman I've ever met." The bodyguard had an expression of admiration. "At five in the morning, my colleagues and I found an injured wolf. It must be the one that bit you last night, right? You're amazing! You're so small, yet you could fight a wolf with your bare hands!"

"Thad a dagger," Avery corrected him. After speaking, something felt stuck in her throat, and she coughed terribly!

"Miss Tate, don't speak. All you need to do is listen to me," The bodyguard continued, "We ate the wolf! Consider it avenging you!"

Avery was speechless.

about what he did to you in the cellar yesterday! The python doesn't eat humans. They were just trying to scare

are you apologizing to me?" Avery

you," the bodyguard said helplessly. "I know that you must hate Mr. Foster to death right now.

"I

I'll get the doctor to come to check

said, " Miss Tate, you still have a slight fever! Also, you lost quite a lot of blood. You're anemic. You need to stay in bed for the next few days. You cannot afford to catch a cold. Your body is extremely weak right now. The injury on your thigh is serious too. You have a huge wound, and it

wobbly. When she came around, she wanted to see

awake, she was no different from a paralyzed person.

thought could gain a reaction out of her. It was a normal

the nanny to make some plain food," the

bed and looked at the lights on the ceiling in a daze. Sunlight shone in. The glass on the

darkness in her heart stood in sharp contrast to the brightness of the

car honk could be heard outside the window. The black Rolls-Roice

got out

to Elliot, "She did not cry nor make a fuss. She