NovelEnglishAt ten in the morning, a Rolls-Roice stopped in front of the gate of an old community house. The door of the car flung open, and a tall figure alighted the vehicle. Elliot was wearing a long navy blue quilted coat, a gray scarf, and a pair of brand new leather boots. Even though he was dressed warmly, his face was pale and haggard. His cold and noble temperament was incompatible with everything around him.
The driver and bodyguard followed Elliot, carrying expensive gifts.
Laura trotted from the kitchen to open the door when she heard a knock. She was shocked to see Elliot.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Why are you here?" Laura froze, then she opened the door, urging, "Come in! | heard that you are sick. Are you okay?" Although it was early winter, it was not cold enough to wear a jacket.
Elliot glanced at the clean floor and hesitated. "Do we need to remove our shoes?" Laura immediately shook her head. "No, there's no need! Come in!" She invited Elliot inside and saw the gift boxes the driver and bodyguard were carrying.
"Why did you bring so many gifts?" Laura asked, confused.
Avery had taken all her luggage with her last night. Laura had dared not ask her anything. However, she guessed that her daughter had broken up with Elliot for good, which was why she had dragged her luggage back. Laura had never expected Elliot to come over.
"I'm here to pay you a visit." Elliot walked over to the sofa and sat down.
After the driver and bodyguard placed the gifts in the living room, they left. Laura found the remote and turned on the heating.
"Oh... You and Avery... last night..." Laura appeared to be in a dilemma, and she did not know how to broach the subject.
Elliot looked at Laura sincerely, and he said, "I didn't see her last night. There's some misunderstanding between her and me." "Oh... She rarely tells me anything about you. So | don't know what to say." Laura poured him a cup of hot water and added, "You don't look that great. You should rest at home." "I'm fine." He took the glass and held it in both hands.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLaura sat at the end of the sofa, and she looked at him. A sick person was not in full control of their bearings, and Elliot had looked so commanding and unapproachable the last time she had seen him.
Laura hesitated, and she finally asked the question she had been harboring in her heart, "Elliot, what do you feel for Avery? | divorced her father when she was very young, and she did not get to experience life with him... You should be able to imagine the environment she grew up in; she did not get any normal sort of love. If you don't like her, please set her free.” "This is not the time to talk about divorce," Elliot took a sip of water and said, "Recently, she got closer to a man, Charlie Tierney.
You may not know him, but | do." Laura immediately understood what he meant.” You're saying that Charlie isn't a nice guy?” Elliot nodded. "I hope you can persuade her to stay away from Charlie Tierney." Laura nodded again and again. "Okay, I'll tell her when she wakes up.” Elliot frowned and glanced at his watch. It was now half-past ten in the morning. Avery was still asleep? Laura explained, "She went to bed late last night, so she hasn't woken up yet." As soon as Laura said that, the bedroom door opened, and Avery came out in her pajamas. Her long hair was messy, and she was still half-asleep. However, her dull eyes suddenly lit up when she saw Elliot. 1 "Avery, Elliot is here for you. I'm going to buy some food. Have a good chat with him," Laura made an excuse and went out.
Avery glanced at the heater. Then, she looked at Elliot's quilted coat.
It seemed that he was still sick.
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