Hanging up on Sebastian, Avery picked up Eric’s call.
"Avery, you're in Bridgedale now, right? Have you eaten? I'll buy you a meal." Eric was currently standing barefoot on a soft wool rug by the floor-to-ceiling window, talking to her.
He had reached Bridgedale a short while ago. The moment he had free time, he thought of asking her out.
"I've already eaten. Are you here for work or on a holiday?" Avery asked.
"Holiday. I could use up to two years' worth of holidays. I could have at least two months off." Eric chuckled happily. "I initially did not want to come over, but, since you're here, I did."
"But I'm busy," Avery said truthfully. "I'm sure you’ve heard about Elliot’s incident?"
"Hmm... I've heard about it. I even asked doctors that I'm close to about it. They told me that Elliot's incident is absurd. It's so absurd, they could hire playwrights to write it into a film."
Avery could not help but smile. "It is indeed quite absurd, but that special device is indeed in Elliot’s head. It could cause him unbearable pain."
"Can’t you take it out?" Eric asked suspiciously. "If it was me, I would surely not accept being controlled by others like that."
"Eric, don't say this in front of Elliot. His thoughts are the same as yours. I was the one who begged him to hold on."
I won't say this in front of him. I wouldn't dare lose my temper at him in the future. What if something were to happen if he got angry at me? You would surely not forgive me."
"Not only would I not forgive you, but Layla wouldn't either. But you and Elliot don't have much chance of meeting each other. He is back in Aryadelle." Avery looked at the bright sun outside. However, thinking of what Sebastian had said, her brows subconsciously furrowed tightly.
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