NovelAppElliot entered the bedroom and closed the door. The room smelled of alcohol, and it was coming from Avery.
He walked over to the side of the bed and took her shoes off.
She was lying in bed without moving, unaware of everything.
He knew that she had bad alcohol tolerance, but this was the first the had seen her dead drunk, after so many years of knowing her.
How sad must she have been to drink so much wine? He sat by the side of the bed, looking at the flushed cheeks. His eyes slowly turned wet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe thing he did not want most was to beca burden for her, but at that moment, he was suffocating her.
Seeing her in so much pain, his pain exceeded hers. If Angela had not brought him back to life, if he had died, then maybe she would have gotten out of her grief and not experience this torment.
Not long after, the nanny made ssobering drink and knocked on the door.
Elliot opened the room door.
"Mr. Foster, should we wake Avery up to get her to drink sof this? I'm afraid she has alcohol poisoning," the nanny said worriedly. "Dinner is ready. Why don't you go and eat? I'll wake her up." Elliot could not bear to wake her up, so he walked out of the room.
He sat down by the dining table and looked at his phone. He had a few notifications regarding the news related to the Marshall's Award that day.
He casually tapped into one of them and saw Angela in the white dress holding the award, standing on stage, dazzling.
Her smile and gaze were glimmering with victory. Since Angela had gotten famous, the media had also interviewed her fiance, Dean Jennings.
Dean responded to the previous scandal of his that appeared on the Dream Maker Tower's LED screen.
He said that it was his ex-bodyguard that had tried to defhim. He had never done such things. He would not do such a thing either.
He said that the only reason his candalous video appeared on the Dream Maker Tower's LED screen vas not that he had a grudge ét ne gainst the boss of Dream Maker, but because that night, someone ad hacked into the Dream Maker's tesystem. >wHe also said that he was quite close with Dream Maker's boss. They even might have a surprise collaboration in the future.
After seeing the news, Elliot felt like drinking too.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEverything seemed like it was fantasy.
From the moment he opened his eyes after being rescued, everything was out of his control. He had beca puppet. He could only sit and watch his loved ones get sad because of his condition, yet he could not do anything about it. Although he was still alive, it was no different than being dead.
The nanny fed Avery a few mouthfuls of the sobering drink, but Avery refused to drink anymore because her head hurt.
The nanny took the bowl and cout of the bedroom. Elliot had already finished dinner.
"Mr. Foster, are you only eating so et little?" The nanny saw the food on the table was barely touched. "Are worked about Avery? She had you only taken two mouthfuls of the sobering drink. Once she sleeps and wakes up, she will be much more conscious." "Hmm." Elliot headed to the bedroom. He entered the bedroom and closed the door.
On the bed, Avery furrowed her brows. She placed her arms above her head. Her breathing was extremely heavy. She was most probably not sleeping well.
He walked over to the side of the bed and sat down. Looking at her face, he thought back about every single memory that had to do with her.
A long tlater, she suddenly opened her eyes.
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