Chapter 80 – Love Entangled with Her Unconscious Husband Novel

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Avery wheeled Elliot to the side of the road, then placed her coat over his legs.

“Why didn’t you reply to my message?” she said after finally finding the courage.

She had found it hard to sleep for a few nights when she had not received a reply to her message.

Their faces were close, and their breaths intermingled.

Elliot did not want to tell Avery that he had a relapse and that he had only recently become stable after a few weeks of antidepressants.

After that, he found out from Ben that Avery was busy knitting a sweater for him, so he did not want to bother her.

“Forget it. I guess it didn’t warrant a reply anyway. It was the first snow of the year, so I impulsively sent you a message,” Avery said.

She got to her feet, then moved to the back of the wheelchair and wheeled it along the street.

“Why didn’t you come to see me?” Elliot asked suddenly.

“Jun said you were too proud. I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to see me until the scratches on your face recovered.”

“You only sent me one message the whole time.”

“You didn’t respond the first time, so I thought you didn’t want to hear from me.”

“I did, though,” Elliot croaked.

“What?” Avery asked in bewilderment as her heart began to race. “Elliot, what did you—”

“There’s a bakery over there,” Elliot interrupted as he pointed at a store in front of them, changing the subject. “I feel like eating cake.”

Avery’s attention was successfully diverted.

“Oh, let’s go get a cake, then!” she said, then added after a brief pause, “Didn’t you hate dessert?”

“It’s fine to have some on my birthday.”

“That’s true. Birthdays should be a little more special.”

At the bakery, the shop readily offered her assistance and asked them to pick a cake. Elliot glanced at Avery and said, “You pick.”

“Should we get a mousse cake?” Avery asked. “A butter cake might be too sweet.”

Elliot turned to the shop assistant and said, “We’ll take the mousse cake.”

“Of course, Sir,” responded the shop assistant. “What size would you like?”

Elliot turned back to Avery again and asked, “What size should we get?” “How many people are coming to the party?” Avery asked.

“I have no idea,” Elliot said. “Don’t worry about them.”

“Let’s get a bigger one, then!” Avery said. “Ten inches, maybe?”

Elliot turned to the shop assistant and said, “Ten inches.”

“Sure thing. Are you guys on a date? You look cute together,” said the shop assistant with a smile.

A wave of embarrassment washed over Avery’s face, turning her porcelain skin ruby red.

On the other hand, Elliot glanced at the desserts on display and asked, “Do you want to get anything else to bring home?”

“It’s fine…” Avery answered.

“Go ahead and get something for your mother.” Avery noticed the rosy tint in Elliot’s cheeks, chuckled to herself, then said,

“Sure! I’ll get something.”

They left the bakery an hour later.

Elliot was holding the cake with an uneasy expression on his face.

There were not many people out on the streets.

The weather was cold, but the warmth that surrounded him helped him fight the chill.

When they arrived at the restaurant, all the other guests were waiting for them in the private room.

Upon Avery and Elliot’s arrival, the noisy atmosphere instantly turned silent.

Elliot’s cream sweater took years off of his age.

The cake he was holding also clashed with his image.

Everyone knew that he never ate dessert.

Ben cleared his throat and approached the couple.

“Did you guys go and get a cake? I brought one, too, but it’s not as big as this one.”

Avery felt uncomfortable under the crowd’s gaze and explained; “He said he felt like eating cake, so we went and got one.”

Ben coughed and asked, “Elliot said he wanted to eat cake?”

“Yes,” Avery said. “Is everyone here? I’ll unbox the cake, then.”

While Avery walked off with the cake, Ben reached out to touch Elliot’s sweater and said, “It feels pretty soft. Miss Tate is quite talented! Don’t you feel a little warm wearing that in here? Let me take it off for you.”

Elliot slapped Ben’s hand awake and hissed, “Don’t touch me.”

Ben grinned, then wheeled Elliot to his seat at the table.

After Avery placed the cake on the table, Ben instructed the waiters to serve their food.

Elliot picked up the candles in the cake box and arranged them on the cake one by one.

The whole room watched him in awed silence.

When did Elliot Foster become this carefree?

Did he not say that he hated birthdays?

The way he was behaving, it looked like he was actually enjoying himself!

Once he was done arranging the candles, Elliot pulled out a lighter and lit it.

Everyone stared at the spark in a daze.

“Don’t people usually light candles at night?” Avery asked awkwardly.

Ben walked over to the windows and drew the curtains, then said, “No worries! Anytime is fine as long as Elliot feels like it!”

The room was drowned in darkness the moment the curtains were drawn.

Ben was an expert at analyzing Elliot’s thoughts and emotions, so once Elliot had lit the candles on the cake, Ben asked, “Is that a new lighter, Elliot? Let me light a cigarette.”

Elliot shoved the lighter back in his pocket, then responded childishly, “It’s from Avery.”

“You gave him two presents, Miss Tate? How sweet!” praised Ben.

Avery was flushed with embarrassment.

She changed the subject and said, “Let’s sing a birthday song!”

As she began to sing, the rest of the crowd joined in.

At the end of the song, Elliot shut his eyes and made a wish.

Avery was lost in thought as she stared at Elliot’s handsome face illuminated in candlelight. She wondered what wish he would make.

Soon after, Elliot opened his eyes and blew out the candles on the cake.

The curtains were pulled back, and light flooded the room once more.

“What did you wish for, Elliot?” Ben asked with a grin.

“Do you always reveal your birthday wishes to people?” Elliot countered.

The room burst into laughter.