His Eagle Eyes on Me novel Chapter 130

At the restaurant, Laura laid out the completed dishes on the table.

"Come with me for a second, Avery," Laura called out to her daughter.

Avery followed her mother and walked toward the bathroom.

"Did you and Elliot get into a fight?" Laura asked.

"Is it that obvious?" Avery responded, her face void of emotion.

Perhaps it was because she had been disappointed so many times that she became numb to the feeling.

"It is. You look like a couple that's on the verge of divorce," said Laura. "The expression on your faces is exactly what your father and I looked like when we went to sign the divorce papers."

Avery could not hold back a bitter laugh.

"We didn't talk about the divorce. It's just... About having kids... We can't talk about it."

"I see. Is he still not willing to have kids? Did he say why?"

Avery shook her head and said, "He has depression. Every time I think about that, I tell myself not to dwell on things."

"That poor thing." Laura sighed. "What's the point of having all of that money? Your health is more important than anything else. I think we're more wealthy than he is in that regard."

"That's because you don't know how rich he is," Avery said with a grin, then held her mother's hand and said, "Thanks for cooking, Mom!"

"Don't mention it. I wish I could cook for you every day, but I'm sure the chef at the mansion is a much better cook than I am."

"No matter how good they are, nobody's cooking suits my taste buds more than yours," Avery said with a warm smile. "Let's go eat!"

"I ate at home before I got here. Besides, I lost my appetite seeing the looks on your faces," Laura teased. "I'm going home. Stop fighting with him. We can't afford to offend him."

"Don't worry, Mom! I'll deal with him myself."

After sending her mother off, Avery returned to her seat at the table.

In front of her was a plate of peeled shrimp.

Elliot was the one who peeled them for her.

"You're pretty good at hitting on girls, aren't you?" Avery said, then picked up a piece of shrimp and shoved it in her mouth. 1

"I'm usually the one getting hit on," Elliot responded honestly.