His Eagle Eyes on Me
Chapter 342

Chapter 342

The kiss felt like it lasted an eternity.

Elliot did not release Avery from his clutches until he heard the sound of someone tapping on the car

window.

Mike was staring confusedly into the car.

Avery was so shocked that the color drained from her face.

She was about to open the door and get out when Elliot grabbed onto her and said hoarsely, "The

windows are tinted. He can't see us."

Avery was relieved!

The kiss had driven her into a frenzy of emotions.

Her cheeks were unusually flushed while

her hair was a disheveled mess. Elliot had taken off her jacket and thrown it to the ground!

Avery picked up her jacket.

Elliot handed her a bottle of water.

"I don’t want it!" she snapped as she glared coldly at him.

The thought of what he just did to her made her so mad her head was throbbing.

She would rather die of thirst than drink the water he was offering.

Elliot ignored the hateful gaze Avery shot at him.

All of the anger and resentment he felt melted away with their kiss.

Was all the unhappiness he felt this entire time simply a symptom of him missing the taste of her lips?

"Didn't you enjoy that, Avery?"

Elliot took a sip of water, then used his fingers to elegantly wipe away the droplets on his lips.

"You haven't had a man in a while. You must be lonely, right? If you have the need for it, I could always

help you out for free."

"Get out of my sight, Elliot Foster!"

Avery felt like she was stabbed in the heart. She immediately jumped out of the car.

She slammed the door shut, then gave the car a violent kick!

"Holy sh*t! Avery!" Mike exclaimed. "What were you doing in Elliot Foster's car?! You weren't fighting in

there, were you? What’s the point of kicking his car? You should land a kick right on him!"

"Don't you think I wanted to kick the sh*t out of him? It was just too cramped in there for that!"

"I see... I almost called the cops when you disappeared all morning! What were you doing with him?

Wasn't he supposed to get engaged today?" Mike pestered as he followed closely behind Avery.

Avery walked ahead, walked through the front door and hurried into the bathroom.

Her face was boiling up!

She had to wash her face! She had to take a shower! Otherwise, his scent would be lingering on her

body!

"Can you stop asking questions? Can't you see how annoyed I am right now? Give me some peace,

won’t you?"

Avery washed her face in the first floor bathroom, then hurried upstairs.

"Let's not talk about that b*st*rd, then! Let's talk about Eric Santos! Why did she speak up for our

company? Do you know him? If you don't, then why did you buy all of those portraits of him before?"

Mike badgered on.

Tate Industries was a complete mess.

However, everyone was quite happy despite the chaos.

Mike was ecstatic, too.

The huge problem that bothered him just the day before disappeared overnight like a godly miracle!

Avery picked up her phone to check on the situation and asked, "How exactly did Eric Santos help us?"

"He posted a video online basically advertising the Storm Series. After that, his fans not only scared off

the trolls who were bad-mouthing us, they also caused our new orders to go through the roof... Isn't

that interesting?" Mike said as he could not hide the joy he was feeling.

Avery's mood was complicated.

Eric's actions might have helped her out, but he was also exposing himself.

She did not want him to make that kind of sacrifice.

However, at this point, all she could do was accept his kind gesture.

"Avery, what exactly were you doing in that b*st*rd, Elliot Foster's car earlier?” Mike suddenly asked

with a stern look on his face. "Why are your lips all red and swollen?! You look like you just got fillers!"

Avery was speechless.

She wanted nothing more but to slap a piece of duct tape on Mike’s lips to make him shut up!

Over at the old Foster mansion, Rosalie had spent the entire time comforting Zoe after they returned

from the hotel.

Zoe's heart was broken, but she refused to turn into a laughingstock, and maintained a composed

demeanor.