"You don't understand me enough I can bear with the suffering, but I can’t let you marry some other guy for my sake. Never," he said in a determined tone. "If something like that happens again, I will still do something that disappoints you two."
"I get it. I won't do it again."
"Eat! We can talk after you finish your dinner."
Avery had no appetite, but because Elliot was staring at her, she had to force the food down.
She came to realize how Elliot must have felt from her forcing her will on him recently after finishing her dinner.
"Let's go out for a walk!" she suggested.
"Okay."
"It's a bit cold outside. I'll go grab the jacket. " She glanced at the sky outside, before going to take two thick jackets.
She handed Elliot his jacket and put on her own.
The two stepped out of the house and strolled toward the center of the residential area.
"I went to the hospital to look at Angela’s body earlier today." She grabbed onto his hand and felt how hot his palm was." Dean’s men were guarding the place to keep anyone from taking Angela's body away. Anyone but Mary. She was the one who took care of you back when you were in the blue building, right?” "Yeah. She cooked for me every day." "Just cooking? Nothing else?" Avery was intrigued by his time in that building but had kept her questions to herself so far, knowing that it was not a pleasant experience for Elliot.
"It's nice that you can be this relaxed. At least that means you won't be troubled, but you won't convince me to think like you. You are my ex-husband, but I won't settle for that. I am going to turn you back into a normal person and marry you again."
Under the street lights, Avery’s eyes glittered with hope.
The next day, Elliot arrived at the Bridgedale branch of Tate Industries with Chad by his side.
Chad was oozing the scent of alcohol and Elliot scowled. "How much did you drink last night?"
"I drank a bottle with you the day before and did not get drunk, so I tried again last night and puked my guts out," Chad said gloomily. Embarrassed, he decided to change the subject. "Mr. Foster, you are here to look for Natalie, right? I don't know if she's in the office. Should I call her?"
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