Chapter 123

Avery reentered the bedroom with a first aid kit in her hand.

She knelt down by Elliot’s legs and began to undress his wounds.

His injuries were more severe than she had imagined.

A large piece of skin was missing from his leg, revealing the bloody red flesh underneath…

He must have been in agony!

Elliot barely twitched while Avery treated and dressed his wounds.

He noticed that her breathing had turned heavy.

“It looks worse than it is. It doesn’t hurt,” he said, his voice piercing through the silence.

He wanted to make her feel better, but she did not want his false consolation.

Avery poked his wound with her finger, causing Elliot to inhale sharply.

“Tell me again how much it doesn’t hurt,” she said as she glared at him with reddened eyes.

Elliot placed his arms behind him, then narrowed his eyes and said, “It doesn’t hurt.”

He was betting on her not poking at his wound again.

Her heart would ache at his pain.

“Go to bed! You have to be on bed rest for at least another week. Don’t go running around!” Avery

snapped, then turned and entered the bathroom.

Elliot leaned against the bed’s headboard and picked up his phone from the nightstand.

He made a call, then asked, “What did you find out?”

The bullet had found its mark, but it had not punctured any major organs. It was not a lethal shot.

The culprit was being interrogated at that very moment.

•”He’s stubborn and won’t say a thing. We’re going to have to use some more drastic measures to get

him to talk. We’ll get what we’re looking for before dawn,” reported the man on the other end of the line.

“Don’t let him die before he talks!”

Elliot wanted to know exactly who was the one who went through such lowly means to try to take his

life.

The car crash half a year ago had put him in a vegetative state.

He refused to let the same thing happen again.

Elliot hung up and grabbed his pills from the nightstand drawer.

He was on four types of medication and had to take a handful of pills every time.

He swallowed the pills, then placed the glass of water back on the nightstand.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened and Avery emerged.

“I thought about it, and I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to sleep on the same bed with the state of

your injuries. I’m afraid I’ll end up bumping into you during the night,” she said as she approached the

bed.

“Are you really worried about hurting me?” Elliot asked as he stared at her with clear yet deep eyes. “Or

are you trying to run away from me?”

With flushed cheeks, Avery climbed into bed and sat up next to him.

“Are you happy now?” she said as she glanced at him with a well-behaved expression on her face.

“The way you are now, I guess I won’t have to worry about you doing anything to me. What do I have to

be afraid of?”

Avery’s unbridled appearance aroused a desire in Elliot to overpower her.

He grabbed onto the back of her head and forced her to lift her chin.

His kiss came suddenly and unexpectedly.

At three in the morning, Elliot reached over to Avery and pulled her into his arms.

She was afraid of hurting him and had been sleeping on the edge of the bed the entire time.

He was worried that she would fall out of bed in her sleep.

She had groggily returned to the edge of the bed the last few times he had attempted to pull her to him.

This time, however, Elliot did not loosen his grip around her.

Avery’s rigid body slowly relaxed in his arms.

Suddenly, Elliot’s phone screen lit up.

He had placed his phone on silent mode so that it would not ring. •

He picked up his phone and answered the call.

“We got it, boss! He said he was following Cassandra Tate’s orders! She’s Miss Avery Tate’s half-

sister.”

Elliot’s breathing turned heavy upon hearing the news.

“What do you want us to do with Cassandra Tate?” asked the man on the phone. “Do we kill her or

send her to prison?” Elliot planted a soft kiss on Avery’s forehead, then ordered in a hoarse voice, “Kill

her.”