NovelApp"Okay! Go ahead and call Uncle Eric now, then!" Avery ended the video call, then called Eric's number.
When the call was answered, she pondered for a moment, then said, "Layla told me that Elliot said something bad about you earlier, Eric... | don't know exactly what he said, but | think | have an idea. Please don't stoop down to his level. He loves Layla too much and ended up thinking up this nonsense. He thinks that, apart from him, all men in the world have impure intentions toward Layla." "I've never gotten along with him anyway," Eric said. "Nothing he says will affect my relationship with you and Layla." "That's good. Did you guys have a good time diving today?" "It was pretty fun. I'll send the photos over to you later.” "Alright." The door to the bathroom suddenly burst open and Elliot walked out.
Avery did not expect him to finish bathing so soon.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Didn't you say you were hungry, Avery? Let's go have dinner!" Elliot guessed who she was on the phone with, so he deliberately walked to her side as a warning to the other person to end the hall.
When Eric heard Elliot's voice, he felt like he was provoking him on purpose, then hung up the phone without saying goodbye to Avery.
"| always thought you were someone who was emotionally intelligent, Elliot. How could you say something bad about Eric to his face?" Avery demanded.
"I didn't know he was there." Elliot took her hand and led her to the dining room. "No matter how much | dislike him, | still wouldn't embarrass him like that." "You need to pay more attention next time, then." "I will." In the dining room, the table was filled with a seafood feast. Apart from the food, there was also a bouquet of red roses and two red candles.
The moment they entered the dining room, the butler turned off the lights.
The entire room was instantly lit up by nothing but the flickering candles.
Avery almost forgot that they had booked the honeymoon suite.
Was this a candlelit dinner? She smiled and took a seat, then asked,” How do you feel about this?" Elliot spoiled the mood ?h! "It's called setting the mood. You're not romantic at all." "Should we add a few more candles?" "Aren't you worried that the room would turn too smoky if you add too many candles? | don't think it's that dark. Are you worried you're going to end up shoving the food up to your nose?" As they talked casually, Elliot gradually got used to the dim candlelight.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Shall we go surfing tomorrow?" "How do you expect to surf while covered in bruises? Are you making fun of me?" Avery teased. "You're not going into the water until your injuries heal. By the way, how did you bathe just now?" When Elliot lifted his gaze and saw her nervous expression, he also began to feel anxious.
"I used the shower head.” "Do you want our wounds to get infected?! You're not supposed to get water on your wounds. How could you wash yourself down with the shower head?!" Avery glared at him sternly as she put down her knife and fork.
Elliot peeled a large shrimp for her, then cooed, "I forgot that I got hurt." Avery let out a frustrated sigh, then got up from her seat and dragged him to the room to tend to his wounds.
"You sure know how to worry me. If | knew this would happen, | would've waited until you were fully healed before coming out here." She slid his bathrobe down to his waist, examined the bruises on his back, then took out the medication she bought earlier that day.
The phone she had left on the nightstand suddenly lit up.
It was a new text message.
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