Elliot and Avery

Chapter 259

“Dr. Sanford, the boss asked me to pass this to you.” The bodyguard handed a check to Zoe. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Zoe accepted the cheque and glanced at the number written on it, before snorting.

“How generous of him! We slept together for one night and he is giving me five million.” She set the

cheque on the table with a bitter smile. “Apart from this cheque, did he tell you anything else?”

The bodyguard shook his head.

Zoe’s heart ached as she thought to herself, “Who exactly does Elliot think I am?! A prostitute? He just

pays me off after sleeping with me! I suppose the only difference is that I’ m getting paid way more than

a prostitute would!”

Zoe gritted her teeth and threw a medical book on the ground. “Does he know what it means to respect

someone?”

“Dr. Sanford, he already gives you enough respect. Otherwise, you wouldn‘t even get a penny out of

this,” the bodyguard said expressionlessly. “That‘s just because I am still useful to him!” she shouted,

red–eyed.

“If it wasn‘t for that, he would have chased you out long ago,” said the bodyguard. He was simply

informing her of the truth of the matter. “Miss Tate never asked for money from the boss, and she is

exceptionally obedient.”

“So you are saying that I‘m asking for too much?!”

“You might as well spend more time fawning over Madam Rosalie,” said the bodyguard before leaving

the room.

Zoe felt like she just had an epiphany. She realized that she had made Elliot dislike her the moment

she asked him to be her boyfriend.

The bodyguard was right, she should not push him too far, and she should approach the

Back in the hospital, Avery felt much better once her fever came down. She woke up from her slumber

and looked around the strange environment that was her ward before turning her attention warily to her

bedside.

Elliot sat there wordlessly as he watched her.

“Why is he here? Why am I in a hospital?” she thought.

“I—” She opened her mouth to speak but her voice was hoarse, and her throat felt as if

someone had ripped it apart.

Elliot poured some warm water into a glass before he helped her up and pressed the glass to her lips.

As she drank the water, memories of last night flooded her mind.

“Do you want more?” he asked.

Avery shook her head and pulled her blanket higher. “Why are you here? Who sent me to the

hospital?”

They were the only two people in the room. Elliot might have been the person who had taken her to the

hospital, but she could not remember what had happened.

“Mike is outside.” Elliot‘s heart twitched in pain at the wariness on her face. “Avery, I came looking for

you to ask you something.”

“Oh? What is it?” She observed him calmly with nothing but clarity and coldness in her eyes.

“Did you come looking for me last night?” He stared intently at her face, not allowing the most minute

changes in her expression to escape his notice. “I remember you coming to me

“No.” She interrupted him decisively. “I had too much to drink last night and haven‘t been feeling well

since. How could I possibly go looking for you?”

“Really?” he swallowed as he muttered sorrowfully. “But I remember that you came to me saying that

Shea was crying,”

“If you remember it so clearly, why bother asking me? This just proves that you have a bad memory,”

said Avery, calmly denying his delusion.

Elliot rose from the chair. All the confusion and sorrow drained from his face.

“If that‘s the case, I’m sorry for the trouble!” he said in a voice even colder than hers.

Avery’s heart ached, but she did not dare to let it show on her face.

“Did something important happen last night for you to come all the way here to ask this question?” She

looked at him curiously while trying to keep up her carefree charade.

She had thought that he would leave in frustration, but he did not; instead, he looked directly at her and

said, “I slept with Zoe. Is that something important?”