Chapter 97 – Love Entangled with Her Unconscious Husband Novel

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Elliot shifted his gaze from his laptop screen, then responded coldly, “I’ll wait for her to come to me.”

That afternoon, a man and a woman were sitting by the window of a high-end restaurant.

The man was Cole Foster, and the young woman was the daughter of one of the city’s top financial groups.

“My uncle is Elliot Foster. I see him every week, and he’s really close to my father,” Cole said, lying through his teeth. “I’ll take you to meet him if we start dating.”

“Why won’t you work at your uncle’s company, then? Sterling Group, wasn’t it?” asked the woman.

“I don’t want to depend on him. I want to make a name for myself.”

“I see. How many girlfriends have you had before?”

“Just two,” answered Cole. “One in college, then one after I graduated. I haven’t dated in the last four years because work’s been busy.”

“Do you stay in touch with your exes?” asked the woman.

“Not since we broke up. I don’t like getting entangled in past relationships. We became strangers after we broke up. I wouldn’t give them another look even if they came back begging on their knees.”

The woman nodded at Cole’s answer, seemingly satisfied with what she heard.

At that moment, a tiny hand reached out and grabbed ahold of Cole’s sleeve.

“Daddy… Do you not want Mommy and me anymore? This lady isn’t as pretty as Mommy, and Mommy’s younger than she is.

Do you like this lady for her money? Daddy! Please don’t leave Mommy and me!” Cole felt like he had just been shocked by electricity.

He was about to push away the little girl who had mistaken him for her father, but his eyes landed on Layla’s adorable crying face, and his heart melted!

What a beautiful little girl!

Under her doll-like haircut and wispy bangs were a pair of sparkling, wide eyes.

Cole felt his heart skip a beat every time those eyes blinked.

“What the hell? You have a daughter? You sc*mbag!”

The young woman threw her drink at Cole’s face, then picked up her bag and stormed out.

Cole wiped the tea from his face and got up to run after her.

Layla burst into a wailing sob and cried, “Daddy! Don’t go! Don’t leave me, Daddy!” Her heart-wrenching howl attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

Cole was defeated.

“You got the wrong guy! I’m not your Daddy! I’m not even married! How could I have a daughter as big as you? Please don’t cry!

I’m begging you! Stop crying, please!”

When Layla saw from the corner of her eye that the young woman had sped off in her car, her tears came to a halt.

“You don’t look like my Daddy. My Daddy wouldn’t leave me.”

Layla sniffled, then reached out her hand and asked, “Could I borrow your phone, Sir? I lost my Daddy.”

Cole clenched his teeth, but pulled out his phone and gave it to her anyway.

Five minutes later, Layla walked out of the restaurant.

With one hand covering the bluetooth earpiece in her ear, she said delightedly, “I did what you told me to do, Hayden. I have infected his phone with the Trojan horse!”

That evening there was a family dinner at the old Foster mansion. “How did your date with Jenny Gibson of Gibson Group go?” asked Rosalie, turning to Cole.

Cole looked dejected and did not lift his head.

“Your grandmother just asked you a question, Cole!” Olivia snapped as she threw a glare at her son. “Didn’t you say the other day that you’ve been texting her lately?”

“Things were going fine until a little girl showed up out of nowhere,” Cole explained with a frown on his face. “She grabbed my shirt and called me daddy. She was screaming and crying the whole time. It was embarrassing! Jenny misunderstood and ended up blocking me. I haven’ t been able to call her since.”

Henry and Olivia’s faces turned glum.

They were depending on their son to marry into money to secure their place in high society.

After all, Elliot would never give them a penny no matter how powerful and wealthy he was.

Unfortunately, their plans for Cole to snag the Gibson family’s eldest daughter were ruined by a four-year-old little girl!

“How did something that absurd happen?” Olivia huffed angrily. “Could the child have done it on purpose?”

“I don’t think so,” Cold replied. “She couldn’t find her father, so she probably only mistook me for him out of fear.”

The little girl’s adorable face popped into Cole’s mind once again, and he felt there was something strangely familiar about her.

“Now that I think about it, the kid really reminded me of someone…” he mused.

When it finally hit him, he exclaimed, “I got it! She looked like Avery Tate! The more I think about it, the more alike they look!”

The moment Henry heard Avery’s name, he let out a cough as a warning to Cole.

It was an unspoken rule to never mention Avery Tate in front of Elliot.

It was a slip of the tongue on Cole’s part.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Elliot. I didn’t mean to, but that little girl really was the spitting image of Avery-” Cole explained to Elliot.

“That’s enough from you!” Henry roared. “Finish your food! We’re going to the Gibsons’ to explain things later!”

Cole admitted defeat and continued eating his food in silence.

On the other side of town, Avery’s family of four were having dinner at home.

After a short while, the children put down their forks and rushed into their room.

“They ate at school before coming home, so they’re not that hungry,” Laura said, then smiled and added, “I still can’t believe that Hayden finally chose a school he likes.”

Avery checked that the door to the children’s room was closed, then whispered softly, “It’s a special needs school, so it’s different from an average school. Hayden doesn’t have classmates there. It’s just him and two teachers.”

“Classmates aren’t that important. What’s important is that he gets to have an education, which will end up giving him some advantage in life. It would be even better if he could find a stable job and take care of himself,” Laura said with a heavy heart.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mom,” Avery said as she tried to cheer Laura up. “His good health is the best happiness we can hope for.”

Laura nodded in agreement.

In the children’s room, Hayden and Layla were having a secret conversation by the window.

“Daddy’s a dirtbag,” Layla grumbled, rolling her bright eyes as her cheeks puffed in anger. “I don’t want a dirtbag for a dad, Hayden.”

Hayden’s eyes were filled with rage as he exclaimed, “Dirtbags aren’t worthy!”

“Exactly! A dirtbag isn’t worthy of being our daddy! I’d rather not have a daddy at all!” Layla huffed furiously. “Let’s teach him a lesson, Hayden! Just thinking about how he was following that lady like a puppy tonight makes me so mad!”

Hayden hopped off the bay window and said, “I’ll show him!”

At 10 p.m. that night, Avery was pacing back and forth in her room after she had taken a shower.

Even if she did not want to see Elliot, it looked like she did not have a choice in the matter. She would have to contact him soon.

Fred had contacted Tate Industries’ former employees, and everyone expressed that they were willing to join the company again.

It was imperative that she reclaimed Tate Tower as soon as possible.

If Elliot refused to sell, Avery would have to give up and find another building.

She had tapped on Elliot’s contact multiple times, but she had yet to find the courage to push the call button.

They had not broken up because she had wronged him, so why was she this nervous?

Avery went downstairs and out. She bought a bottle of wine and took it home.

By the time she was halfway through the bottle, her cheeks had a rosy tint to them.

Her eyes were slightly glazed from the alcohol, but her mind was clear.

Avery dialed Elliot’s number, then stared at her phone screen with cold eyes. Her call was answered about ten seconds later.