"I think you and Miss Tate are a perfect match. Even though you are divorced; it doesn't really feel like you were ever separated." George didn't have much experience in relationships, but he could still tell how much Elliot and Avery cared about each other.
It wasn't hard for one to tell if two people loved one another.
"Avery and I are the minority. Most people cut all ties as soon as they get a divorce," Elliot reminded him. "Take this opportunity to observe her and see if she's the wife you are looking for." "Yes, Mr. Foster. I will do so." "Don't need to be too nervous. Just follow your feelings," Elliot added.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Okay." Shortly after, the car stopped in front of Sterling Group.
Elliot opened the car door and stepped outside.
It had only been a few months since he was last here, but it felt as though it had been years. He felt both relieved and burdened at the strange yet familiar feeling.
As soon as he stepped into the office, all the managers rushed into Elliot's office.
"You are finally back, Mr. Foster! We've all missed you when you were gone." "Everyone out there keeps saying that you are gone, but we never believed them.
We've always believed that you would return one day, and here you are!" "Are you feeling okay now? You look great, much better than the last twe saw you!" Everyone there had known Elliot for a long tso they were rather straightforward.
"I'm doing fine. You've all done well for the last few months. I will start working again starting today. Even if ne I can't be in the office, I will be working remotely," Elliot said to the others. "If you have issues getting in touch with me, you can reach out to Avery. You all have her number, right?" Everyone except Ben shook their heads.
"Just get it from Ben," Elliot said.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I will add Miss Tate's contact number to my contact list, then!" One of the managers said. "I have her business card, but I've never reached out to her before." "I have her number, too, but I don't dare to disturb her.
Simultaneously, everyone opened their phones to send their greetings to Avery.
It was ten at night in Bridgedale and Avery was on the phone with Peter.
Peter had called her three times in a row when she was in the shower She would have thought that something bad had happened if she didn't know what an impatient person he was. "Avery, I've been studying this for days and nights and the more I think about it, the more this feels like a schto me!" Peter suggested boldly. "Why do you think Angela killed herself? Why did she kill herself immediately after winning the Marshall's Award? Don't tellit's for Professor Hough's sake. It just doesn't make any sense to me!" "Why not? You don't know them, Peter." "I might not know much about their past, but I did sresearch after I arrived in Bridgedale. Angela and Hough had lost touch for years since he had died a long tago. Besides, based on the personality traits she displayed in her past interviews, she didn't seem like the type to die for a man." Peter was so sure of himself that it sounded as though he had proof to support his stance, even though he didn't.
"Just what do you mean by 'scheme'?" Avery did not rush to reject his theory.