Chapter 130

At the restaurant, Laura laid out the completed dishes on the table. “Come with me for a
second, Avery,” Laura called out to her daughter. Avery followed her mother and walked toward the
bathroom.

“Did you and Elliot get into a fight?” Laura asked.

“Is it that obvious?” Avery responded, her face void of emotion.

Perhaps it was because she had been disappointed so many times that she became numb to the
feeling “It is. You look like a couple that’s on the verge of divorce,” said Laura. “The expression on your
faces is exactly what your father and I looked like when we went to sign the divorce

papers.”

Avery could not hold back a bitter laugh.

“We didn’t talk about the divorce. It’s just… About having kids… We can’t talk about it.”

“I see. Is he still not willing to have kids? Did he say why?” Avery shook her head and said, “He has
depression. Every time I think about that, I tell myself not to dwell on things.”

“That poor thing.” Laura sighed. “What’s the point of having all of that money? Your health is more
important than anything else. I think we’re more wealthy than he is in that regard.”

“That’s because you don’t know how rich he is,” Avery said with a grin, then held her mother’ s hand
and said, “Thanks for cooking, Mom!”

“Don’t mention it. I wish I could cook for you every day, but I’m sure the chef at the mansion is a much
better cook than I am.”



“No matter how good they are, nobody’s cooking suits my taste buds more than yours,” Avery said with
a warm smile. “Let’s go eat!”

“I ate at home before I got here. Besides, I lost my appetite seeing the looks on your faces,” ‘Laura
teased. “I’m going home. Stop fighting with him. We can’t afford to offend him.”

“Don’t worry, Mom! I’ll deal with him myself.”

After sending her mother off, Avery returned to her seat at the table.

In front of her was a plate of peeled shrimp.

Elliot was the one who peeled them for her.

“You’re pretty good at hitting on girls, aren’t you?” Avery said, then picked up a piece of shrimp and
shoved it in her mouth.

“I’m usually the one getting hit on,” Elliot responded honestly.

Avery almost choked on her food.

“It’s an honor to eat shrimp that you peeled with your bare hands.”

“It’d be great if you could always be this way, Avery.”

Avery took a deep breath and suppressed her negative emotions.

“I’ll try not to pick fights with you from now on,” she said gently, then added after a brief pause, “I’m
going to the Christmas concert on campus next week. Do you have anything going on at the
company?”

“We do, but I won’t go.”



“That’s true. You should take care of your legs.”

Avery picked up a piece of shrimp, dipped it in some sauce, then offered it to Elliot.

He froze for a moment, then parted his lips.

He felt a warm, fuzzy feeling inside of him after eating the shrimp that she fed him.

The harmonious atmosphere between them drew a veil over their earlier disagreement.

“Are you performing?” Elliot asked.

“Of course! It’s the last Christmas concert of my college life.”

“I see. I’d like to go,” Elliot said nonchalantly.

Avery was taken aback.

“How would you get in? We’re not even allowed to invite family!”

“I have my ways.”

Avery looked at Elliot’s stoic face and felt a sudden wave of relief.

“I guess that’s true. With your money, all you’d have to do is donate a building. Forget about the
concert, they’d probably let you peep around the female dorms, too.”

Elliot lifted his head and stared at Avery.

She was the one who just said that she would stop picking fights with him.

Christmas arrived in the blink of an eye.



Avery took off for campus first thing in the morning, and Elliot got out of bed after she left

the house.


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