Elliot and Avery novel Chapter 13

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.

 

Since Elliot was there, she should just return to her room.

 

“I made some vegetarian ravioli for you this morning. I made it especially for you since you mentioned not wanting to eat meat yesterday. I hope it suits your taste,” Mrs. Cooper said warmly as she escorted Avery to her seat at the table.

 

Avery looked like she was sitting on pins and needles with a face of uneasiness.

 

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

 

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

 

“We’re going to see my mother after breakfast. You should know yourself what to say and what not to say,” he said indifferently.

 

“When did you plan on giving me the money for that dress last night?” Avery asked sternly.

 

It was fine if he wanted her to cooperate and go see Rosalie, but he had to settle his debt first.

 

“There isn’t much cash at home,” Elliot said as he took a sip of milk, “I can wire it over to you if you’re in a rush.”

 

“That works. Here’s my account number!” Avery said as she pulled out her phone, opened up her account number and passed it over to Elliot.

 

“How much was it?” Elliot asked as he set down his glass of milk and pulled out his phone.

 

“Five thousand,” Avery responded.

 

Elliot lifted his eyes and glared at her. She felt no guilt at all.

 

“Didn’t it say $4,500 on the tag?”

 

“Why did you bother asking me, then?” Avery retorted, then raised her right hand and added, “The extra $500 is for medical expenses.”

 

The wrist that Elliot had grabbed yesterday was deeply bruised, so she planned to stop by the drugstore when she had the time.

 

She did not feel bad for asking for the extra $500 for that.

 

Elliot glanced at Avery’s wrist and his lips pursed slightly. He wired the $4,500 over to her.