Avery stared at Elliot's handsome, yet expressionless face. She was too angry to speak. Prior to her pregnancy, she would have argued with him, but her pregnancy had weakened her, and she found that she no longer wanted to fight and argue with him.

If Elliot shamelessly insisted on staying in her room, there was nothing she could do. After all, he had let go of his pride entirely.

Perhaps it was because Elliot's words had not provoked Avery like he thought it would that confused him.

'Was I not straightforward enough, or has she already spoken to Eric about this?' he thought.

"Avery Tate, I won't let you go no matter who you end up with in the future. You are not marrying someone else as long as I'm still breathing," he said, further threatening her.

Avery felt nothing. She had not thought of marrying again, so his threats meant nothing to her.

"Do you want to be the 'mistress' that badly?" She stared directly into his eyes as she mocked him.

Embarrassment flashed briefly in El