Chapter 42
Avery wondered if she would be his mistress if that woman was still alive.
If she was dead, then was she her replacement?
Either way, it made her heart ache and left a bad taste in her mouth.
While Avery was lost in thought, Elliot’s thoughts also wandered.
“Tell me, what exactly do you like about Cole?” he asked as he pulled out his cigarette box. His face was the epitome of an enigma.
“I don’t like him anymore,” Avery said coldly.
If they had not talked things out earlier, she might have continued to use Cole to anger him.
It was childish, but Elliot was always losing his temper over the smallest things.
If she did not retaliate, she would lose her mind.
“Is it because you realized he was nothing but a penniless loser?” Elliot asked as he held the unlit cigarette between his fingers.
“Is money all you think about?” Avery retorted. “Back when Cole was pursuing me, he would write me love letters every day. On the weekends, he would take me to art galleries and music recitals. We would have the most wonderful conversations-”
to me! It’s precisely because all he thinks about is getting into a woman’s pants that his
When I was fifteen, I liked guys who were cute. When I was sixteen, I liked guys with good grades. At seventeen, I was into basketball players. I liked talented guys when I was eighteen… I loved Cole. It’s all in the past, and I might hate him
Elliot roared as he snapped his cigarette in half; his eyes were cold. “Go back to your
her lips
her room but walked
to eat,
else and
Cooper immediately prepared dinner for
the dining table, pulled out her phone, and saw a series of text messages
not that into him. He’s a little too soft for me. He didn’t seem to be that into me either, but said that we should go out for dinner next time, probably because of
don’t give him much spending money! How could he possibly have two
going to have dinner with him this weekend! I have to get to the bottom of this! Also,
tell you once I’ve
right away
clenched her
room and noticed Elliot was still
hear everything if she
text: [I can’t talk right now. Let’s talk on
night, Elliot paced back and forth in his room in a gray,