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After putting on a pair of slippers, Avery immediately took Rory from Cayden's arms.
“Have you had your dinner? Are you hungry?” she asked tenderly, looking every inch like a doting
mother worried about her child's well-being.
“Yes, I've eaten. I'm not hungry,” Rory replied, her voice so cute and sweet that Avery couldn't help but
break into a smile.
Cayden made his way out to the terrace and promptly lit a cigarette. As he turned around, he gazed at
the mother-daughter interaction through the windows.
One of Rory's eyes might have a bandage applied to it, but that didn't stop her from lighting up as she
talked to Avery.
It was clear from the twinkle in her eye that she was genuinely happy.
However, the more Cayden stared at the pair, the more his gaze darkened.
Meanwhile, Avery was still reluctant to pry her lips away from Rory's soft cheeks. She stood in the living
room, breathing in the child's natural scent and indulging the latter as her own daughter. “Say, would
you like me to give you a bath?” she asked.
Rory nodded eagerly. “Okay! Baths make me smell nice.”
With that, Avery carried the little girl and strode to the bathroom.
Zachary, who had packed his bags, stood obediently at the bathroom door. “Ms. Ery, you can find the
switch inside and the baby shower gel in the white bottle...” he uttered, rambling on until Avery
remembered every detail.
When the sound of running water rang out, he added, “Ms. Ery, let me know if there's anything you
need. I'll be right outside.”
Avery removed Rory's clothes and set them aside in a neat pile.
Needless to say, she was happy and relieved to hear Zachary's words. Even though the kid grew up in
the wealthy Moore family with a sullen oddball father, he still turned out to be so sensible and adorable.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat a rare sight!
The next second, Avery cupped Rory's face and replied, “Okay, I got it. Thank you, you sweet boy.”
Zachary leaned against the wall outside the bathroom, face flushed from the compliment as he lowered
his head and played with his fingers.
Having finished smoking, Cayden returned to the living room, only to find it empty.
He began walking toward the bedroom, and that was when he heard the sound of running water and
saw his son at the bathroom door, staring bashfully at his fingers.
Cayden furrowed his brows, not knowing what was going through the little boy's mind. “What's with that
expression? Are you having cramps?”
“I-It's because Ms. Ery praised me...” Zachary stammered as his face turned an even darker shade of
red.
Unfortunately, Cayden couldn't understand that, nor did he have anything to say.
Just then, the sound of a phone vibrating wafted from the living room. However, when Cayden turned to
look, all he saw was Avery's bag on the couch.
After glancing at the closed bathroom door, he decided to march back into the living room.
Upon taking Avery's phone out and realizing the caller was none other than Dylan, Cayden frowned
and ended the call without hesitation.
Meanwhile, bath time for Rory was proving to be quite a feat, especially since the wounds around her
injured eye couldn't get wet.
Because of that, Avery held the shower head in her hand and slowly washed the little girl with it.
Alas, Rory had other plans. From a young age, she had always envied other kids for being able to
splash around in the water with their mothers. Now that she had Avery with her, she couldn't help but
get up to mischief.
Before long, Rory's giggles and shouts rang out from the bathroom. “Hehe...”
“Ah! Stop messing around...” Avery gently chided, though her voice was full of love and adoration.
After three minutes, the sound of rushing water stopped, and the bathroom was quiet once again.
On top of smelling nice, Rory was clean from head to toe. Avery had washed her messy hair well and
even painstakingly wiped her face with a towel.
Because of that level of care, not a single drop of water came into contact with the little girl's injured left
eye.
Having wrapped Rory's hair with a towel, Avery ushered her out of the bathroom. “Does your eye hurt?”
she asked concernedly.
The little girl knew from the doctor that there would still be a bit of pain, but as long as she didn't
scratch her wound and changed the dressing the next day, her eye should heal in a few days.
“It doesn't hurt when you're here, Ms. Ery,” Rory exclaimed with a chuckle.
Hearing that, Avery stepped out of the bathroom and proceeded to towel dry the girl's hair. Oh, how I
love the feeling of being needed by Rory.
That night, Dylan entered a bar and immediately made a beeline for the back door.
A dark alley lay right outside the exit, but interestingly enough, there were doors on both sides.
As it turned out, the bar had become one of Dylan's properties many years ago.
“Hi, Mr. Musk,” one of the waiters greeted with a polite nod when he walked past Dylan. However, when
he saw the woman following behind, he quickly held his tongue and continued serving the guests.
Meanwhile, Dylan was still trying to get through to Avery's phone.
Initially, his calls were merely left unanswered, but after a few more tries, he heard the dreaded
automated voice message. “Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”
That, to Dylan, was easy to analyze. Avery had refused to answer his calls from the start and let them
ring on and on.
Later, she must have either gone somewhere with poor reception or blocked his contact altogether,
resulting in his calls not being able to get through.
With displeasure written all over his face, there was no doubt he was fuming.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMilana, on the contrary, was a pitiful sight as she followed meekly behind Dylan. Her eyes had welled
up with tears, and there was nothing more she wanted than the latter's love and attention.
Even as Dylan walked further into the alley, Milana continued to follow in tow.
The truth was, she had made her decision after having spent some time recuperating in the hospital.
Since she could no longer marry a rich man and bear him a child, her only option was to get as much
money as she could from Dylan.
Halfway through the alley, Dylan suddenly turned around and gave Milana the side-eye. “Why are you
following me?”
Alas, Milana pursed her lips and kept mum.
Dylan got even more frustrated as he pondered Avery's whereabouts.
She's my wife, for goodness' sake! How can she not tell me where she's going? Argh! I guess I'll have
to teach her a lesson.
Just as he turned to walk away, Milana shouted, “S-Stay there...”
Dylan whipped around once again with a scowl. He marched up to her and threw a wad of cash in her
face, dismissing her the way he would with prostitutes. “Here. Take this money and scram!”
“I'm not leaving. It's because of you that I'm now in this state. Have you no sympathy at all?” Milana
retorted as she wrapped her arms around Dylan's muscular waist. She didn't know if playing the
sympathy card would work with someone like him, but she was also out of ideas.
With his money scattered over the ground, Dylan stared at the shameless woman in his arms and
scoffed. The next second, he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against the wall.
Milana felt her forehead rubbing against the concrete and couldn't help but wonder if her skin would get
scraped from the abrasion.
“You've just lost your child, yet you're already hungry for sex, huh?” Dylan uttered before ripping off her
clothes like a savage and throwing them onto the ground.
“Mm. Ah...” Milana whimpered as she broke out in a cold sweat, her freshly manicured nails scratching
against the rough wall.
The pain was too much to bear!
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