When His Eyes Opened

Chapter 30

Friday, afternoon.

Elliot will be back tonight.

You should too!”

Avery had been at mom’s place ever since Elliot forced her to have abortion.

“Alright.

It’s I end and him.

” Avery hung up went to mansion.

It was seven in the evening.

Elliot’s plane landed at the airport.

He hopped into a black Rolls-Roice with the escort of his bodyguards.

Once he was seated, he realized was in there.

“Elliot, how’s my hairstyle?” wore pink puffy dress.

She her hair behind ear and seductively smiled him.

wanted to surprise him in the car.

Elliot quickly glanced at Chelsea was no calm.

He was tensed and his face was as cold as ice.

Tension arose in the car.

Chelsea noticed that.

She felt anxious.

“What’s Elliot? Don’t you like my hairstyle? Or it because dress is ugly…?” Chelsea was nervous.

Her slightly trembling.

Elliot slapped her harshly!

Her body flung towards the car door.

“Scissors!” clenched his and spat word out.

The outside the car received ran to buy scissors.

Chelsea shivered in car.

She held her stinging cheek as she from corner of her mouth.

was confused.

Utterly confused.

She had been with Elliot for ten years.

Elliot was never that angry with her during ten years.

Tate!

That was her idea!

“Elliot! me explain! Avery told me like and to have Avery wants to you off.

It’s not my cried and grabbed onto Elliot’s arm.

She with tears in her eyes.

bodyguards returned with scissors.

Elliot ordered, “Cut off hair! And that dress!”

Chelsea jolted.

The light in eyes slowly faded away…

was by the hairstyle and the puffy dress?

She could figure it out.

how did Avery know that?

The bodyguards dragged Chelsea out of the car.

Then, closed the door.

softly ordered, “Drive.

”

Avery had been waiting in living room after ate dinner.

She already packed her things.

was for Elliot come back, so that she could discuss divorce with him.

eight, a Rolls-Roice slowly drove into the front yard.

Mrs.

Cooper quickly walked out welcome him.

anxiously looked outside.

The autumn night was cold.

The view was glazed in a hazy chill.

Elliot sat in a wheelchair.

The bodyguard pushed him into the living room.

He was still wearing a black black sweatpants.

He had an intimidating and unfriendly look.

“Elliot Foster, when are getting divorced?” asked Avery with the courage she mustered.

Elliot looked up and asked, “Divorce?”