"Why did you sleep in the same room?" Tammy asked.
She was an expert at picking up on key points like that.
"We were in the middle of a storm," Avery said. "It's not like I could just kick him out."
"I see. Did you sleep in bed together? How could you let him in your bed? He didn’t even make an effort, but all it took was a storm for you to let him get his way?!"
Avery froze for a moment, then said, "We didn’t do anything... Well, he didn't exactly do nothing at all..."
"I knew he would have done something to you..."
Avery had a feeling the conversation was heading toward a strange direction, then quickly interjected and said, "It’s not what you think, Tammy! He just... He washed... My... Feet..."
She did not want to mention this, but Tammy's seething glare was too intense!
Then, Tammy chuckled delightfully an said, "Way to go, Mr. Foster! Not only can those noble hands of his earn money, they can also wash a woman's feet! Is this ability to endure humiliation and roll with the punches the secret to his success?! It's no wonder everything works out for successful people! If a man traveled thousands of miles just to wash my feet, then I would throw down my guard and surrender to him!"
Bursts of laughter suddenly filled the entire house!
Avery's cheeks were burning as she held onto her glass of water with both hands and thought of Elliot.
She wondered if he would be upset that she let this incident slip.
After all, it was something that others could use to make a joke out of him in the future.
Out in the front yard, Wesley had stepped out for some air. Shea had unexpectedly followed him out of the house.
"Hi, Mr. Wesley," she said.
Wesley smiled and said, "Just call me Wesley."
"Wesley, are you a doctor, too?" Shea asked as she gazed at him with eyes filled with admiration.
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