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.

no longer tried

gripped her slender wrist as he snarled, “Did you drink with someone? Did you have a good

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

eyes welled up with tears. The

trying to hurt her and make her

Elliot snapped. Seeing her face twist in agony

don’t know

time she registered the first

Elliot! I didn’t!” she said with

and down his throat.

had not drunk, but he clearly smelled alcohol

tip of his nose landed on the crook

delicate skin

It was odd.

not smell alcohol on

felt Elliot’s nose on her

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

a good thing that he stopped treating

go of her wrist, but the pain was still

have any feeling in them yet. She placed

enough to do this was because she was prepared to deal

did not seem to realize that she

his head from her neck, his dark

you going to take it off, or should I?”


smell like another man’s

Hold on…

her to take her

Right now?

her hands

to get away and tightened his arms

picked Avery up and violently tore the back of her dress


protection of her dress, Avery

as she

the couch and stared coldly at her exposed

your place,

to the high-end dress that Elliot

the one who had arranged the meeting that


to get her drunk, and they would not let her go


pregnant, so

way that she would be out drinking

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