When His Eyes Opened (Elliott and Avery) novel Chapter 955

Chapter 955

Avery knew that Elliot and Eric had a bad relationship, so she found it rather strange to see them standing together.

"Nothing to talk about," Elliot looked at Eric coldly and answered Avery.

"Eric is worried about your bedroom life, so he reminded me to exercise a little more." "Don't you guys have anything better to talk about?!" Avery's cheeks turned red and she walked away angrily.

Eric lost his cool when he saw Avery getting angry.

"How shameless can you be, Elliot!" Elliot answered nonchalantly, ''Not as shameless as you, I'm afraid.

Words are no indication of a man's prowess.

Instead of worrying whether or not I can still get up, you might as well find a woman to prove that you're still able." Eric left in a huff after hearing that! "You're toast," Mike said to Elliot.

"When Layla finds out that you pissed Eric off, she'll definitely be mad at you!" Elliot felt a throbbing in his temple.

He could not possibly chase after Eric.

Then again, he did not want to make Layla angry either.

"I've got a way," Mike said immediately.

"You should leave too.

That way, Layla won't be mad at you." Elliot frowned.

He did not want to leave just yet! He was going on a business trip soon and he would not be able to see the children for a week.

For that reason, he wanted to spend a little more time with them.

After thinking about Mike's proposal carefully, Chad persuaded, "' Mr. Foster, I think it's better that you leave, or else Layla will get angry and it'll take a long time to get her to come around.

Besides, Avery's angry now too." Acold chill flashed across Elliot's eyes.

To think that Eric—a defeated rival— would dare to provoke him! If Eric had not started the provocation, he would not have fought back at all.

After he left, Mike went to coax Avery.

"They're gone now.

Don't get mad, alright.

I'll make something for you right now," Mrs. Scarlet said, then walked quickly toward the kitchen.

Elliot picked up a glass and fetched some cold water to drink.

The water was cold, but his body still felt hot.

He loosened his shirt collar and strode toward the second floor.

He walked to the window and closed the curtains after entering the master bedroom.

Then, his slender fingers reached for his shirt placket as he undid his buttons one by one.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly glanced at the paper on the bedside table.

It was the same piece of paper that his bodyguard sent over the previous night.

Printed on it was the surveillance screenshot of the strange middle-aged man the night before.

Elliot walked over, switched on the light, and held up the piece of paper.