His Eagle Eyes on Me
Chapter 517

Chapter 517

"Why did you sleep in the same room?" Tammy asked.

She was an expert at picking up on key points like that.

"We were in the middle of a storm," Avery said. "It's not like I could just kick him out."

"I see. Did you sleep in bed together? How could you let him in your bed? He didn’t even make an

effort, but all it took was a storm for you to let him get his way?!"

Avery froze for a moment, then said, "We didn’t do anything... Well, he didn't exactly do nothing at all..."

"I knew he would have done something to you..."

Avery had a feeling the conversation was heading toward a strange direction, then quickly interjected

and said, "It’s not what you think, Tammy! He just... He washed... My... Feet..."

She did not want to mention this, but Tammy's seething glare was too intense!

Then, Tammy chuckled delightfully an said, "Way to go, Mr. Foster! Not only can those noble hands of

his earn money, they can also wash a woman's feet! Is this ability to endure humiliation and roll with the

punches the secret to his success?! It's no wonder everything works out for successful people! If a man

traveled thousands of miles just to wash my feet, then I would throw down my guard and surrender to

him!"

Bursts of laughter suddenly filled the entire house!

Avery's cheeks were burning as she held onto her glass of water with both hands and thought of Elliot.

She wondered if he would be upset that she let this incident slip.

After all, it was something that others could use to make a joke out of him in the future.

Out in the front yard, Wesley had stepped out for some air. Shea had unexpectedly followed him out of

the house.

"Hi, Mr. Wesley," she said.

Wesley smiled and said, "Just call me Wesley."

"Wesley, are you a doctor, too?" Shea asked as she gazed at him with eyes filled with admiration.

"I am, but I'm not that skilled. I'm just a normal doctor," Wesley answered as his cheeks turned pink.

Shea flashed a grin and said, "It would be great if you could cure me. I don't like Dr.

Sanford or the doctor she recommended."

The smile on Wesley's face froze.

"I would definitely help you if I could," he said.

"I believe you, Wesley," Shea said. She was so moved that she held onto his h;c.=WJU? s and said,

"You're Avery's good friend. You must be a good person."

Wesley instinctively escaped her grasp as he felt the gesture was inappropriate between a single man

and woman.

However, as her innocent gaze reminded him that she was not like normal people, he got annoyed at

himself for having such improper thoughts.

"Avery really hopes you get better soon, Shea," Wesley said.

"Mrs. Scarlet told me that Avery refused to treat me." Shea's tone was sorrowful, but the soft smile on

her face remained. "She said that Avery won't help me because she's mad at my big brother, but it

looks like they might make up soon!"

Wesley watched her innocent smile as he said bitterly, "Avery can't cure you right now, Shea. If she

could, she would not refuse to help just because of her relationship with your brother."

"I see. Does that mean there's no cure for me?" Shea asked, then mumbled to herself, "I think things

are pretty good as they are now."

Wesley plucked a flower from the flower bed and handed it to her.

"This is a sunflower. It represents hope. I'm giving it to you, so there will definitely be hope for you in

the future."

Back in the kitchen, Elliot was wearing a pair of gloves as he followed the instructions in a cookbook

and marinated some ribs.

Avery liked ribs, so he decided to make some sweet barbecue ribs.

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"You're behaving well all of a sudden, Elliot Foster. Do you have an ulterior motive?" she huffed as she

lifted her head to look at him with a frown. "Do you want to take the baby in Mommy's belly away? The

baby is ours. I won't give it to you!"

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