His Eagle Eyes on Me novel Chapter 12

It was nine at night.

Dry leaves rustled on the ground in the fall wind.

Avery emerged from a cab and winced at the sudden chill.

She clutched her purse and quickly rushed toward the front door of the Foster mansion.

In the dark of night, she donned a strappy red dress which was sexy yet enchanting.

When she left the house that morning, she was wearing a t-shirt and casual pants.

The thought that she had deliberately dressed that way to entertain other men made Elliot clench his fists.

Avery only noticed Elliot sitting in the living room couch when she was changing her shoes in the foyer.

He was wearing a black shirt, which made him appear even more gloomy and cold.

The expression on his face was as indifferent as ever, so she did not look at him for long.

Once she had changed her shoes, she hesitated. She did not know whether she should greet him or not.

He did give her that pack of tissues that morning.

Avery walked uneasily into the living room and looked at Elliot.

The atmosphere was different that night. Mrs. Cooper would usually come out to greet her when she arrived home.

Was Mrs. Cooper out?

She took a deep breath as her heart thumped in her chest. She decided to avoid him.

"Come here," Elliot said icily.

Since they were the only ones in the living room, she could not pretend like she did not hear him.

"What is it?" Avery said as she stopped and glanced at him.

"I said, come here," Elliot said in a terrifyingly forceful voice.

Avery's heart tightened, and she involuntarily walked over to him.

She did not dare disobey him even if he was in a wheelchair and did not pose as big of a threat to her.

She walked to his side, looked at his handsome but stern face, and took a deep breath.

"What is it? Is it time for us to get divorced?"

Elliot's brows furrowed upon hearing her words.

He smelled the faint smell of alcohol emanating from her hair.

She had drunk wine.

Elliot suddenly looked up as he no longer tried to hide the disgust in his eyes.

His large hand gripped her slender wrist as he snarled, "Did you drink with someone? Did you have a good time?"

Avery felt like Elliot was about to break her wrist. She wanted to pull her hand back but could not move a muscle

"Let go! You're hurting me!" she cried as her eyes welled up with tears. The more she struggled, the harder his grip became.

It was as if he was deliberately trying to hurt her and make her cry.

"I asked if you had a good time. Answer me!" Elliot snapped. Seeing her face twist in agony further angered him.

"What good time? I don't know what you're talking about!"

Avery gave up struggling. By the time she registered the first question, streams of hot tears ran down her cheeks.

"I didn't drink, Elliot! I didn't!" she said with eyes filled with tears and fear.

Elliot's adam's apple bobbed up and down his throat. The next second, he yanked her into his arms.

She said that she had not drunk, but he clearly smelled alcohol on her.

The cold tip of his nose landed on the crook of her neck.

Avery's soft and delicate skin carried a warm, milky scent.

It was odd.

He could not smell alcohol on her body.

Avery stayed completely still as she felt Elliot's nose on her skin, gently tickling her.

She leaned against his wide chest. She was so nervous that she forgot to breathe, and her heart forgot to beat.

It was a good thing that he stopped treating her violently.

He had let go of her wrist, but the pain was still there.

The thought of being abused by him angered Avery.

She knew that his legs had not fully recovered, and he might not have any feeling in them yet. She placed her hand on his trousers and gave him a hard pinch.

The reason she was brave enough to do this was because she was prepared to deal with the consequences.

However, Elliot did not seem to realize that she had pinched him.