"Sit."

Elliot glanced coldly at Avery.

"Okay," she said. She took the couch opposite him.

There was a laptop sitting on the coffee table.

The screen was facing her and on it was surveillance footage.

There was a bed in the footage, and on it was her and Elliot.

Avery's blood boiled at the sight on the screen.

She shot to her feet, pointed at the laptop, and yelled, "Are you a pervert?! Did you install a camera in the bedroom?"

She was livid.

She wanted to forget about the three months that she had shared a bed with him.

He was in a vegetative state during those three months, so she had never even seen him as a man.

Even those who looked sophisticated in public would have some inelegant behavior in the privacy of their bedrooms.

It was the reason Avery could not accept that she had been under surveillance for three months!

Nobody had told her there was a surveillance camera in the room when she stayed with him.

The sight of Avery's trembling body actually calmed Elliot down slightly.

"Why did you assume I was the one who installed the camera?"

He had just found out that his mother had installed a surveillance camera in his bedroom while he was ill. The reason she did this was because she was afraid of him suffering any abuse at the hands of his caretakers.

Nobody would be afraid of him when he was in a vegetative state, no matter how powerful he was before.

Elliot could not be angry at his mother because he knew she had done it with the best intentions.

He had retrieved the footage from his mother and browsed through them that day.

His blood pressure rose slightly after watching the videos.

He had never expected Avery to be that kind of woman.

"Oh… It was your mother?" Avery said, but she was still uneasy, and her rage continued to burn. "How could she do that?! She could have at least told me about it! I… I…"

"You never expected me to wake up, did you?" Elliot hissed as his eyes shot daggers at her. "It looked like you had fun messing with my body when I was sick."

Avery's cheeks flushed as she fell back onto the couch.

"I did not! I wasn't messing around! I was giving you a massage! It was to prevent muscle atrophy!"

After she moved into the mansion, she had watched the nurse give Elliot physical therapy many times before she took over the job soon after.

The reason she did that was because she felt awkward being in the room, doing nothing while the nurse gave Elliot physical therapy.

Looking at Avery defending herself, Elliot wondered if he had wronged her.

It was a good thing that the camera had recorded everything.

"Open it up and see for yourself," he said. He did not want to listen to her argue.

Avery's hand trembled as she reached out and hit the play button on the surveillance footage.

Of course, she knew what she had done.

However, there was no way she would admit that she had fooled around with his body.

She just… touched him a little bit…

She would not have done any of it if she had known that he would regain consciousness.

If she had known that there was a camera in the room, she would not have touched him even if someone had threatened to have her arms chopped off!

Avery turned her head away. She did not want to see the contents of the footage.

Even so, she could still see it all from the corner of her eye.

Elliot's words turned out to be true. The footage in the laptop was the perfect weapon against her.

It clearly documented exactly how she had "played" with his body.

Avery took a deep breath and decided to talk her way out of the situation.

"I can explain. The doctors had told me that you had been close to death, so I had never expected you to wake up… and I was also seriously giving you physiotherapy. You can't just focus on me touching you while ignoring all my hard work… I sort of contributed to your recovery."

Elliot's head began to ache as he listened to her explanation.

"Let me find a clip of me giving you a proper massage…"

Avery was not backing down, and she slid her fingers on the laptop's touchpad.

One minute later, she shut the laptop and shot to her feet.

"Sh*t!" she cried as her face turned a crimson red. "Did you see all of that? All the footage in here… You've seen it all, haven't you?!"

Her mind was in a frenzy.

Elliot knew exactly why she was reacting that way.

"Of course," he drawled nonchalantly.

"Ahhh! You b*st*rd! Who told you to look? You hooligan!"

Avery was so angry that she was gritting her teeth.

She had seen a clip of herself naked!

She had occasionally walked out of the bathroom naked when she had forgotten to bring her clothes in.

Elliot had been unconscious, anyway, so she had not been concerned.

Never in her dreams had she expected there to be a camera in the bedroom!

"You're the one who was naked. Why are you blaming me?"

Elliot could not wrap his head around her.

He cleared his throat then said in a hoarse voice, "Aside from your fair skin, there isn't much to look at."

"Why, you…"

Avery's eyes darkened with rage. She was beyond furious.

"Who are you to judge my body?! Shut your mouth if you don't know what to say! I'm deleting everything!"

She picked up the laptop and angrily stormed off to her room and slammed the door behind her.

The driver was smoking outside, so he had heard Avery's hysterical shrieks from time to time. When he heard the sound of the door slamming, he sighed at his own lack of imagination.

In his lifetime, he finally got to see a woman throw a tantrum at Elliot Foster.

…

At seven in the evening, Avery had deleted all of the surveillance footage and returned the laptop to the coffee table in the living room.

The commotion earlier had taken a toll on her.

She was starving, so she put on a brave face and walked into the dining room.

Elliot was not there, but she still felt uneasy.

It felt as if there were cameras all over the house, monitoring her every move.

"I didn't know there was a surveillance camera in the master bedroom, Madam," Mrs. Cooper explained. "Master Elliot really had nothing to do with it. Nobody cares more about privacy than he does."

"It's fine. I already deleted everything," said Avery.

She lost her appetite after eating just a bit of food.

She set her spoon down and turned to Mrs. Cooper, "Was I in an unusually bad mood earlier?"

"Kind of," answered Mrs. Cooper.

"I see…" Avery said. "Whatever. It's not like he can stand up and beat me up, right?"

She made up her mind. Since her privacy meant nothing to him, she might as well face things openly.

She strode out of the dining room, intending to do as she pleased, but things did not go her way.

She bumped into Elliot just as she left the dining room.

He said nothing and did nothing. His dark eyes just looked coldly at her.

There was a peculiar charm in his eyes. They were deep and vast, as if they could see through her in an instant.

It drove her heart into a giddy, uneven beat.

"Move."

His voice was low and magnetic.

Avery froze for a moment, then turned sideways.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she watched Elliot enter the dining room.

She thought he was there to mess with her, but he just came down for dinner.

She smacked herself in the head and let out a long sigh.

He had merely seen her naked body. It was not a big deal.

She had also seen his naked body previously when she gave him a massage.