Chapter 259
“Dr.
Sanford, the boss asked me to pass this to you.”
The bodygu ard handed a check to Zoe.
Zoeaccepted the cheque and glanced at the number written on it,be fore snorting.
“How generous of him!
We slept together for one night and he is giving me five million.”
She setthe 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 exac tlydoes 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 prostitut ewould!”
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 ev en get a penny out of this,” the bodyguard said expressionlessly.
“That’s just because I am still useful to him!”
she shouted, redeyed.
“Ifit 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.”
“Soyou are saying that I’m asking for toomuch?!” “You might as well spend more time fawning over Madam Rosalie,” said the bodyguard before leaving the room.
Zoefelt like she just had an epiphany.
She realized that she had made Elliot dislike her the mome ntshe asked him to be her boyfriend.
The bodyguard was right, she should not push him toofar, 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 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.
Avery shook her head and pulled her blanket higher.
“Why are you here?
Who sent me to the hospital?”
They were the only two peop lein 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 out side.”
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 calml ywith 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.
“Iremembe r you coming to me “No.”
She interrupted him decisively.
“Ihad toomuch to drink last night and haven’t been feeling well since. How could I possibly go look i ngfor you?”
“Really?”
he swallowed as he muttered sorrow fully.
“But I remember that you came to me saying that Shea was crying,” “Ifyou 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.
“Ifthat’s the case, I’m sorry for the trouble!”
he said in a voice even colder than hers.
Avery’s heart a ched, but she did not dare to letit 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 tryin g 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?”