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Who did Avery Tate think she was to hurt him this way?!
“What do you think of Miss Tate, Ben?” Chad asked.
“She’s just an average college student,” Ben responded, then changed his mind and corrected himself,” Wait, maybe not. She’s quite a looker. If Chelsea’s looks could kill, then Avery gives off a sweet and friendly girl-next-door vibe.”
“I’ve never met Avery Tate! Should we give her a call and ask her to join us?” someone suggested.
Ben glanced at Elliot, saw that he was still massaging his temples in pain, so reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
“I’ll get Avery to come take you home, Elliot!” said Ben.
Elliot’s breathing turned heavy.
He did not answer the question, so Ben took it as him agreeing to the suggestion.
At the Foster mansion, Avery was sitting at her desk, quietly making revisions to her thesis.
She was surprised when she picked up her ringing phone and saw that it was Elliot calling.
When she answered the call, however, the voice on the other line was not Elliot’s.
“Hello, Miss Tate. Are you busy right now?”
“I’m not… Who is it?” Avery said as she felt her heart tighten from anxiety. “Elliot’s had a little too much to drink. Could you come get him?”
“Me? Doesn’t he have a bodyguard? I doubt the bodyguard is drunk, too?”
Everyone in the room was taken aback by her response.
“The bodyguard isn’t with him tonight,” Ben responded, “So, are you coming?”
Avery stood from her seat, got her coat from the closet, then said, “Send me the address. I’m on my way.”
Ben hung up the phone and sent her their location.
About forty minutes later, Avery and the driver arrived at the restaurant where Elliot and his entourage were gathered She got out of the car and came face to face with the group of men standing at the restaurant’s entrance.
All the men looked at her.
Avery’s cheeks flushed as she subconsciously tucked her chin deeper into the collar of her coat.
Ben dragged Elliot toward her, handed him over, then said, “Miss Tate, even if you don’t love him, I hope you don’t hurt him.”
Avery almost lost her balance and dropped Elliot.
“Hurt him?” she asked, bewildered. “I wish I could! I just have no idea how.”
Her voice struck a nerve inside Elliot. He shot up, turned around, and pinned her against the car.
Avery smelled the alcohol on Elliot along with the faint scent of tobacco.
Suddenly, she noticed that the group of men behind Ben had pulled out their phones and were aiming their cameras at her.
They must have been in on it with Ben.
Avery gave Elliot a hard shove, but because she was worried about him falling, she reached out and grabbed his arm.
Seeing this, the driver hurried over to help, and the two placed Elliot in the backseat of the car.
Once Avery strapped Elliot in, the driver passed her a bottle of water.
She had worked up a sweat, so she accepted the bottle and took a big gulp of water from it.
“That was for Mr. Foster, Madam,” said the driver.
Avery’s cheeks turned crimson.
She quickly held the bottle out next to Elliot’s arm and asked, “Do you want some water?”
His eyes were closed and his brows furrowed tightly as if he was in a world of discomfort.
He did not respond to her question at all.
Avery was not sure if he did not hear her, or if he did, but chose not to answer her.
“Maybe you can feed it to him, Madam,” suggested the driver.
Avery frowned in frustration.
She placed her hand at the back of Elliot’s neck in hopes of lifting his head up.
The moment her palm made contact with the skin on his nape, however, Elliot’s eyes instantly shot open.
Avery quickly yanked her hand back, threw her head back, and took another big gulp of water.
As Elliot watched her side profile, he recalled the divorce plan he saw on her laptop.
He wondered how she planned to turn her scheme into reality.
The car drove steadily in the night as the atmosphere inside of the vehicle turned stranger and stranger b y the minute.
From the corner of her eye, Avery noticed Elliot’s unwavering gaze fixed on her, and her heart began to race wildly in her chest.
She finished the bottle of water in record-breaking time.
Elliot snatched the empty bottle out of her hands and tossed it aside, breaking the silence with a bang.
“You want to divorce me because I made you abort that b*st*rd child,” he hissed coldly.
Avery had nowhere to run or hide, so she had no choice but to answer him.
“It’s your right to not want kids, but you can’t forcefully take away my right to be a mother. I want children, and I want to be a mother. Tell me, apart from getting a divorce, how else would I be able to have my own kids?”
This matter was a thom in their relationship. If it was not resolved, it would continue to stab at them for the rest of their lives.
“Why do you insist on having kids? Do you like them that much?!” Elliot scoffed as a fiery rage boiled in his eyes.
Avery clenched her teeth as a wave of emotions rose inside of her.
If she were not already pregnant, she could live without children.
However, now that she was pregnant, she had a responsibility to her babies. “Why are you so against having them? You’re not the one giving birth to or raising them! Why can’t you just give them a chance?” Avery cried in a voice that was louder than Elliot’s.
The driver was shocked.
Where did Avery Tate get the guts to raise her voice at Elliot Foster?
Did she really think that his patience with her was limitless?