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.


eat meat yesterday. I hope it suits your taste,” Mrs. Cooper said warmly as she escorted Avery to her seat

on pins and needles with a

want to see you,

not look straight at her, but he felt the resistance emanating from

see my mother after breakfast. You should know yourself what

plan on giving me the money for

her to cooperate and go see Rosalie, but

at home,” Elliot said as he took a sip of milk, “I

number!” Avery said as she pulled out her phone, opened up

asked as he set down his

“Five thousand,” Avery responded.

eyes and glared at her.

say $4,500

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

was deeply bruised, so she planned

did not feel bad for asking for the extra $500

pursed slightly.

of Avery’s anger simmered

you paid me the money. I wouldn’t forgive you even if you gave me another $4,500,”

her cruel words, but quietly rolled off in his

extinguished another third of her

Foster family was gathered at

was a lot more serious than the last time she was admitted for

you been

heart to blame her son once she saw him, but worried about his

“Pretty good,” Elliot replied.

he held back some of the

said as she shifted her gaze to Avery, then asked, “What about you, Avery? Is Elliot still giving you a hard time? You have to tell me if he

not. You, on the other

girl before. He might not be that gentle or romantic, but I

trying to convince

however, felt

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