Rage burned within her at his rejection. She should not have brought him an umbrella and should have left him to walk through the rain without it. She should not have opened the door for him. Had he returned without seeing her, she would not be this enraged.
Avery finally realized why Layla had decided not to tell Elliot before they arrived in Bridgedale. It was because Layla knew exactly what Elliot was like. However, it was too late for Avery to regret it since she had already let him in.
Regardless, she was not going to simply tolerate him.
"I only informed you because I didn’t want to fight. I am taking the kids to Bridgedale even if you say no!" Avery retorted. "This was Layla’s plan. So if you still want to maintain a good relationship with your daughter, you better leave us alone."
Elliot studied her flushed cheeks and ignored her as he entered the living room.
"There’s no point in running away from this conversation." Avery followed him. "I have the right to see them and I can take them wherever I want to so long as they return home to you in the end..."
"Do you not care about Ivy?" Elliot sat on the couch and looked at her casually. "Pour me a glass of water. I'm thirsty."
Avery stilled and thought, "Water? Ivy?"
"What's with Ivy? Did you manage to check that pit?" Avery immediately forgot that she was just shouting at him earlier and went to sit next to him.
"I’m thirsty," he repeated calmly while studying the anxious look on her face.
"Go pour yourself a glass, then, if you are thirsty!" Unable to stand his high and mighty act, she said, "Do you not know where the glasses and the kettle are? Do you think that you are a guest here?"
"If I'm not a guest, am I the owner of this house?" he said before getting up. "If that’s who you consider me to be, I can go pour my own glass of water."
Defeated, she immediately pushed him down to the couch. "Be a guest, then!"
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