His Eagle Eyes on Me

Chapter 111

"I don't think the reason why Elliot won't see Avery is that he's upset..." Jun said. "His bodyguard told

me that his face was covered in scratches from the fall. I doubt someone as proud as him would want

anyone seeing him in that condition."

"So, that's what it is! I have to tell Avery before she overthinks things," Tammy said, then sent Avery a

text telling her what she just heard from Jun.

Avery simply replied with a smiling emoji.

Tammy: [Elliot's birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks. Have you thought about what you're

getting him?]

Avery: [Not yet. I don't know what to give him.]

Tammy: [Since it's getting cold out, you should try knitting him a sweater!]

Avery: [Are you serious? Who wears knitted sweaters anymore?!]

Tammy: [Just do it. Men like stuff like that.]

Avery: [Problem is, I don't know a thing about knitting!]

Tammy: [The people selling the yarn would teach you! Or you could look for tutorials online. You're a

smart girl. You'll figure it out!]

Avery: [Why are you insisting that I knit him a

sweater?]

Tammy: [Because men always fall for that stuff! Jun told me that he still can't forget his first love

because she knitted a sweater for him. He's kept it all this time ... It drives me nuts, but I refuse to knit

him one myself! ] 1

Avery stood puzzled in the snow as she read her best friend's text.

She only snapped back to reality when the cab she had called earlier came to a halt in front of her.

She arrived at her mother's apartment with a bag of yarn in her hand an hour later.

Laura noticed the bag in her hand and asked, "Are you knitting a scarf?"

Avery's cheeks flushed as she answered, "I'm thinking of making a sweater."

Laura gave her a meaningful look and asked, "For whom? It can't be for me, right? Are you knitting it NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

for Elliot?" 1

"It's for you, Mom..." Avery said, then added, "Elliot's birthday is coming up, so I'm making one for him

first. That way, the one I make for you later would be much better."

"I'm just messing with you!" Laura chuckled. "Is it still popular to knit sweaters for someone you like

now? I thought that was just back in my day..." "Tammy said it's a thing." "I see. I guess this old trend is

making a comeback! Do you know how to knit? It's going to take quite some time. Do you need my

help?"

Avery shook her head and said, "I've got two weeks to go. I should be able to manage."

Elliot was sitting in his wheelchair on the second-floor balcony of his mansion. He was staring at the

falling snow.

His mind had been blank for the past few days. His heart also felt empty.

It was as if all of the pain and agony before had come to a pause.

He did not feel like seeing anyone, nor did he want to hear a sound.

The only thought that crossed his mind came when his aching body made him think of how things

would have turned out if he had fallen to his death.

It was clear to him that nothing would have changed.

The earth would continue to turn.

Those who cried for him would slowly return to their daily lives.

There was nobody in the world who would not be able to live on if someone left.

However, at the end of the day, there was still something that he could not let go of.

He had to stay alive.

His hands tightened around the armrests of his wheelchair as his entire body stiffened.

A tear escaped from the corner of his eye and rolled down his cheek.

Rosalie was sitting in the living room with the doctor standing by her side.

"I'm afraid the accident has caused a recurrence of Elliot's depression," reported the doctor.

Rosalie let out a heavy sigh and said, "I thought so. He refuses to talk, and now he's locked himself

up."