Without making any arrangements for the operation, Avery stayed in the office for the whole afternoon. Unknowingly, it had already started getting dark outside the window.
She suddenly remembered that Blake asked her to accompany him to the banquet. She hurriedly stood up, and her vision suddenly turned black. After staggering for a few steps, she managed to stabilize herself.
She ignored breakfast. She didn't even eat lunch. Her head felt heavy, her stomach throbbed, and so did her heart. She took out her phone and called Blake.
The phone rang many times before answering. A familiar, low, magnetic voice came from the other end. "What is it?" he asked.
"I, I might not be able to accompany you to the banquet."
There was a brief silence, then the sound of the air currents filled both ends of the microphone. “And the reason?"
"I'm not feeling well."
He was silent again. Then, he gave an emotionless "Okay" and hung up the phone.
A beeping sound came from the phone. Avery looked at it in a daze and laughed bitterly. She had long since gotten used to his indifference. Initially, she would cry in grievance, but three years later, today, she didn't even have the strength to cry. ‘If I died, he would probably react a little.’
After getting off work, she slowly took off her white coat, changed into a halter dress, and sat on a chair in a daze. Somehow, she was very much against returning to that ice-cold home. Then, Dina rushed in quickly and forcefully pulled her along to the bar.
When Avery returned home drunk, it was already midnight. She found her key and entered the room without turning on the lights. She walked along the wall towards the bedroom. For three years, a thousand and ninety-five days and nights, she had touched every corner of the house alone.
"You're back?" A gloomy male voice suddenly came from the darkness, carrying a unique coldness. Without any warning, it indeed had a horrifying effect, causing people's hair to stand on end.
Avery’s body trembled, and she subconsciously stopped moving.
Under the dim moonlight from the window, she saw a man in a dark grey suit, blending perfectly with the darkness on the linen sofa in the living room. His tall and big body was slumped on the sofa, and his movements were slow as he lit up a cigarette.
In the moment of light, Avery saw that three buttons had been torn off the shirt on his chest, and his well-built chest was faintly discernible.
She leaned her body against the ice-cold wall. She was very tired and really didn't have any spare effort to deal with him.
The atmosphere immediately fell into a deathly silence. She did not speak, and he accompanied her in silence. It was like a silent contest between them.
In the end, she was still not as calm as he was, and was the first to speak, her tone carrying a sense of ridicule, "Mister Anderson, today is not eight."
"This is my home," he replied, implying that whenever he returned, her door must remain open to him.
The corners of her lips curled up as she sneered.
Why would he want to come and go as she pleases? This place was more like a hotel than a home to him, and there was also her, her bed maid, who was free of charge.
"Then go ahead, I'm tired." After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
She reached out to turn the handle of the door. Just as the door was opened a crack, a force suddenly came from behind, bringing along a cold chill. She was pinned to the door by a heavyweight.
He was vaguely angry. When he received her call, he was in a meeting and she said she wasn't feeling well. He left a room full of executives behind, pushed aside a social event and two important meetings, and hurried home. He had waited for her in the empty house for hours, and she had come back drunk and confident.
"Let go, you …" Before she could finish her words, her entire voice was sealed in his mouth. He kissed deeply, no, not so much a kiss as a tyrannical punishment, with a surge of anger. He was a lofty existence that no one could defy.
The strong smell of alcohol on her body angered him even more. The strength of his grip on her wrist was very strong, and she wanted nothing more than to crush her slender wrist into pieces.
Avery was in so much pain that she was struggling stubbornly in his chest, but he was still the same as before, wantonly licking her lips.
She shut her eyes tightly, steeled her heart, and bit the tip of his tongue tightly. The sweet and fishy blood on his lips dispersed outwards, and she heard him groan as he forcefully pushed her away.
Avery laughed coldly, her laughter trembling in the tranquil space. She licked the blood on her lips, the stench of blood mixed with a hint of bitterness.
And he seemed to be really pissed off at her, his hand gripping her chin. He lowered his head and looked at her deeply. In the darkness of the night, his pitch-black pupils could not see the bottom as they surged with waves.
"Still into biting, huh?" His suppressed voice was filled with amusement as his cold gaze lingered on her heaving chest.
Avery started to regret wearing the dress today.
She gasped for breath in pain, her forehead was covered with beads of perspiration, as tears fell from her eyes, "Blake, you bastard …" Her voice was shaky and her fingertips dug into his shoulder.
He smiled sinisterly. "You call me a bastard, so I should be worthy of that title."
As he spoke, he became even more serious.
The wind rushed in through the wide-open window and lifted the curtains, giving off a ghostly air in the darkness. The wind was cold, yet his heavy body carried a boiling hot temperature.
She suffered painfully. From beginning to end, she had always been resisting. Her cries of despair were like a dull knife slicing through her heart.
In this sort of situation, it was simply impossible for her to enjoy herself to the fullest.
Blake let her go angrily. He got off his bed and slammed the door.
Avery crawled up while trembling, and used a blanket to wrap her body to lean against the headboard. She closed her eyes tightly, and tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes.
In her memory, every quarrel ended in bed without exception. However, this would not solve any of the substantive problems. It would only cause the pain to repeat itself over and over again.
Separated by a door, in the darkness, Blake leaned against the living room's sofa and lit up a cigarette with his fingertip. He frowned as he smoked. There was a trace of melancholy between his brows. His pair of starry eyes that were as deep as the sea hid too many worries.The next morning, the sky was bright.Avery crawled up from the bed, her body aching in pain. The silk covering her body slipped and revealed her naked body. A large part of the skin on her chest was covered in blue kisses.The room was empty. The silence was suffocating. She hugged the blanket on her body tightly and revealed a mocking smile from the corner of her mouth.He was rather carefree.Many times, Zhan Yan felt that she was no different from a prostitute, but a prostitute had a price, she could only let him sleep for free.Avery put on her clothes and got off the bed, then walked into the kitchen with a pair of cloth slippers. She rummaged through the medicine cabinet, poured two yellow pills into her mo
“Oh, I almost didn’t recognize you. So it's Miss Foster. Why, are you here? To see a doctor? Is it an infectious disease or a venereal disease?” Dina blocked in front of Avery and mocked and ridiculed Willa.Willa’s expression immediately changed, pointing at Dina, she cursed, "Watch your mouth, who do you think you are? Isn't you the Gomez family's illegitimate daughter?”"An illegitimate daughter is better than you, a crappy bitch." Dina placed her hands on her hips, showing no fear.Dina was famous for her ferocity, so Willa was naturally not her match."You, you …" Willa was so angry that her entire body was trembling, but she could not utter a single word."Alright, Willa. Don't lower yourself to the same level as that shrew. Be careful of your fetus." The girl at the side tugged on Willa’s arm.Willa stroked her lengthy hair, her hand gently caressing her lower abdomen, as she boasted, "Avery, I forgot to tell you. I'm pregnant.”"Is that so? Congratulations,” Avery replied blan
Blake sat alone on the sofa at the side. His slender legs naturally crossed each other, and his handsome face was hidden in the darkness, giving off a strange oppressive feeling, as if this man was born to be a king.The phone on the table suddenly buzzed, and the screen lit up with the name 'Angie’.A trace of impatience appeared between his brows. The next moment, he grabbed the phone from the table and threw it into the goblet, letting out a crisp clink. He narrowed his eyes and watched as the red wine flooded the phone, gradually turning the glossy screen into darkness."You accompanied Angie for three years, and she finally started to force a marriage? You're not really going to get a divorce for her, are you? Your father-in-law is not someone to be trifled with.” At the side, Trevor spoke in a teasing tone."Don't worry about me, just mind yourself first. Hurry up and deal with Feliz’s matters, don't give me any trouble." Blake’s clear and low voice was filled with a domineering
"Mom, today is a happy day. Don't let others who aren't related to you feel awful. I'll accompany you for a few rounds."Tammy instructed the maids at home to set up the table, and she sit by the table with her mother in her arms. She was the eldest daughter, the one who had always been the best at coaxing Eva Anderson.Eva, Tammy, Susana, Jace, and her wife just happened to be sitting together at the table. Angie was placed elegantly at the side, gracefully sitting on the leather sofa in the living room."Avery, when do you and Blake plan to have children?" Eva touched her badge and said without any warning."Huh?" Avery’s thoughts could not keep up with the rhythm of the scenario."You’ve been married for three years, yet there's no progress. Isn't she working in the hospital? Since she's free, she's going to check if there's anything wrong with her body.""Oh,” Avery replied perfunctorily, she touched his card and without looking at it, she threw it out."Yes, Thirteen. Kill them a
It was a dark and gloomy day. At that time, he was waiting outside Angie’s house day and night, but there was no news of her. Then, after many years, on the day of his marriage with Avery, she returned with a body riddled with scars.Eva sat on the sofa with a cold expression. Tammy pulled the corner of his clothes and asked in a low voice, "What exactly happened to you two? Avery drove away. ""Which way did she go? I'll go find her. " Blake frowned, he picked up the car keys and ran out, completely ignoring his mother's complaints.The sky gradually darkened as neon lights flashed on both sides of the road. Blake’s car drove very fast, and finally found Avery’s little beetle at the end of the road. The car crashed into a tree branch, and the window of the car shattered. His heart was thumping hard, he stepped on the throttle and parked the car, then got off the car in a hurry to check.The door to the car was opened, but there was no one inside, while Avery was curled up, sitting un
"Avery?" At this moment, the man also saw her. The astonishment on his handsome face turned to sadness. He didn't expect that in order to avoid her, he would even switch to a different hospital.Three years, exactly three years. This was the first time Avery had appeared in front of him. Three years ago, she threw him a slap in the face and left. When they met again three years later, it was like this."Avery, you, are you alright?" Alex’s hoarse voice had a hint of a sob.Avery was silent, in the shadows, her lips curled up into a self-deprecating smile. Memories poured out of her mind like a tide, pressing down on her so hard she could barely breathe.That year, her dependent grandmother suddenly died. Then she overheard her mother and father talking, and her mother firmly opposed taking her home to raise her. She wanted her to perish on her own. This succession of attacks was undoubtedly fatal for a 17-year-old girl. Then, Avery carried her grandmother's burn and somehow stood on t
"It's too late. If we don't start the operation soon, she will die.""I don't agree,” Alex said firmly. He would rather become a murderer than let Avery get hurt again."If you don't sign the agreement, I will have the operation done. I will be responsible for any consequences." Avery passed him and entered the operating room."Avery!" Alex chased after her but was stopped by the nurse.“I’m sorry, sir. The patient's family members are not allowed inside. "Alex squatted on the ground in defeat, picked up the surgical confirmation letter, and signed his name without hesitation. He put his head in his hands, and the pain on his face intensified. This was the Avery Foster that he knew, so kind that it made others feel helpless.Avery spent the whole night in the office, looking exhausted. Dina pushed the door and walked in, bringing a cup of warm coffee in front of her, "Isn't the operation over? Why aren't you going home? ""Willa’s condition is still unstable, I can't leave." Avery ra
Avery’s eyes were filled with tears as her cold little hands were wrapped around his warm palm. She allowed him to lead her out of the room, but at this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside.Avery’s father was originally observing from outside and knew that something had happened to Willa."Avery, what's going on?" Jake Foster asked."Dad …" Seeing her father, the grievances in Avery’s heart gushed out. She choked with sobs, unable to say a single word."Dad!" Willa suddenly threw herself into Jake’s embrace and cried miserably. She trembled as she pointed her finger at Avery, staring at him fiercely as if she was the sinner who committed heinous crimes. “Dad, Avery was just jealous. She was jealous that I was pregnant with Alex’s child, so she took the opportunity to take away my child and even cut off my womb. Dad, I can't be a mother anymore. ""Dad, it's not like that …" Avery helplessly shook her head, her voice trembling as though she wanted to explain, but her voic