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.

she should

this morning. I made it especially for you since you mentioned not wanting to eat meat yesterday. I hope it suits your

she was sitting on pins and needles

might as well have the words “I don’t want to see you, Elliot Foster” written

straight at her, but he felt the resistance

should know yourself what to say and what not to say,”

money for that dress last

go see Rosalie, but he had to settle

said as he took a sip of milk, “I can wire it

my account number!” Avery said as she pulled out her phone, opened up her account number and passed

it?” Elliot asked as he set down his glass of milk and pulled

“Five thousand,” Avery responded.

glared at her. She felt no guilt at

$4,500 on the

raised her right hand and added,

deeply bruised, so she planned to stop by the drugstore when she had the


his lips pursed slightly.

third of Avery’s anger simmered

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

her cruel words, but quietly rolled off in his wheelchair

silence extinguished another

family was gathered at the old mansion to

the ICU this time, which meant that her condition was a lot more serious than the last time she was

you been feeling,

the heart to blame her son

“Pretty good,” Elliot replied.

frail, he held back some of the words he wanted

hear,” Rosalie said as she shifted her gaze to Avery, then asked, “What about you, Avery? Is Elliot still giving you a hard time? You have

“He’s not. You, on the other hand, need to take

Elliot has 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 a man after all. His career would come first.

was trying to convince

however, felt

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