Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
He might just pull the rug from under her feet and she would be back to square one.
“You are squishing me, Cornell,” Audrey said in a muffled voice, burying her head in his arms.
His pleasant scent enveloped her, making her addicted to his embrace.
But her reason told her to stop this.
She didn’t want to be touched by him like this since their divorce was in the works.
Cornell loosened his hold on her a little. His arms remained wrapped around her as if he was scared she would be taken away from him.
Several minutes later, Matteo walked into the ward to inform them the discharge procedures were completed.
The doctor had certified Audrey free to go home since she kicked against an infusion for the sake of the baby in her belly.
Fortunately, the wounds weren’t deep in her tendons or veins, so it would be easy for her to heal at home.
When Cornell finally broke the hug, he slipped his right arm to her back and lifted her up gently.
Audrey almost jumped. She pushed him away, embarrassed as she felt Matteo’s gaze on her.
“Don’t move.”
Sensing what she was up to, Cornell cautioned her in a voice that left no room for objections.
Audrey wasn’t as strong as before due to her injured hand, so she didn’t break free from him. A few seconds after she ceased to struggle, something occurred to her.
Hospitals were flooded with people and they might stop and stare at them if Cornell continued to carry her in his arms and walked out of the ward. She didn’t want to be the center of attention.
With her heart thumping and her face flushing, she whispered, “Put me down. I can walk.”
She hurt her right hand, not her legs.
“No.” Cornell refused directly and added a threat for good measure.
“If you struggle even a little, I’ll kiss you.”
Audrey’s cheeks burn hot. She shut up and nibbled on her lower lip.
“Tsk!” Cornell tut-tutted and uttered in a low voice, “Are you that afraid of me kissing you?”
Audrey was short of words. She imagined stuffing her bandaged hand in his mouth. How could he suddenly be so talkative?
On the way, Audrey buried her head in his chest like a baby who was scared of lightning.
Her behavior softened Cornell’s heart. He carried her all the way to the car and gently placed her inside.
During the ride, Cornell’s phone rang.
Audrey saw that it was a call from Cecilia.
Cornell answered the call and said a few words. Their conversation made Audrey uncomfortable. Cornell could never ignore Cecilia’s calls.
Pained, she held her bandaged hand and closed her eyes, not wanting to ponder it again. It was just an act, but she soon dozed off.
A warmth filled Cornell’s heart when her head fell on his shoulder.
He sat still in order not to wake her up.
Once they got home, he carried her to the bedroom.
Matteo waited for Cornell outside before reporting, “Mr. Clement, that guy has been released.”
Cornell’s faint smile transformed into a deep frown instantly. After telling the maid to take care of Audrey, he spun on his heels and stormed out.
His black Luxury car pulled up at the gate of Siren minutes later.
Siren was a famous sauna club in Ardlens.
Cornell unbuttoned his collar and cracked his knuckles as he walked.
With his eyes icy, he inquired, “Information?”
“The man’s name is Jeff. He made a bet with a friend to snatch a bag just for fun. His father is the owner of this place. He has connections with some higher-ups in the police department. With a faked document of a mental illness, he was released this afternoon.”
In one of the many rooms in the building, Jeff was bragging to his friends about his run today.
“You guys have no idea! I have never seen such a cool chick.
Everything about her turned me on. Luckily, I secretly noted her phone number from the lawyer. She might be tough on the outside, but I bet she is soft and sweet on the inside. I must have a taste of her.”
Bang! The door was kicked open.
Cornell took giant strides into the room. He took off his suit jacket and threw it into his assistant’s waiting hands. His eyes scanned the room and settled on a blonde guy.
“Jeff, right?”
His face was taut and the air around him was icy cold.
Jeff stared at him and nodded his head like a cartoon character. But when he remembered this was his domain, he bellowed, “Who the hell are you? How dare you barge…”
His words were cut off after an ashtray was slammed against his forehead.
He instantly began to bleed.
When he held his forehead and saw that his hand was stained with blood, he screamed in pain.
“What the hell! You hit me!”
He pointed at his friends and scolded, “What are you all waiting for?
Have you gone blind? Come on, guys!”
Several figures sprang to their feet. They glared at Cornell menacingly. Before they could take a step closer, two suited bodyguards appeared in front of Jeff. They landed blows and kicks on him without ado.
The bodyguards were trained for this. As a result, their hits couldn’t be dodged, let alone endured.
Jeff’s miserable screams echoed in the room.
Scared to death, Jeff’s friends sank to their knees. They trembled and begged for mercy, “This has nothing to do with us. We haven’t done anything wrong. Please let us out.”
Cornell scoffed. He lit a cigarette, held it between his teeth, and turned his head indifferently.
Jeff’s friends turned a deaf ear to Jeff’s calling them snitches. To save their heads, they crawled and rolled toward the door and fled out.
They all cursed their luck and wondered what Jeff had done to attract the harbinger of death.
Jeff, now looking like he had been run over by a car, struggled to say each of his words clearly as he cursed, “Fuck you! Just wait until my dad gets here. I’ll skin you alive!”
Hearing this, Cornell raised his eyebrows and suddenly laughed.
Matteo knew what was coming next. He turned around and ordered, “Go call Jerry.”
Soon, Jerry, the owner of the Siren, came in. He almost suffered a heart attack when he saw his son lying on the floor with all kinds of injuries on his body.
Jerry rushed to hold Jeff and roared, “Who did this to my son? My God! I can’t take this. How the hell did this happen!”
At the sight of his father, Jeff raised his head as snot dripped from his nose. He pointed at the man behind him and cried with his mouth twisted to the side, “It’s him… That’s the man who did this to me. I want you to beat him to death right away.”
Jerry looked over, only to find a man smoking with an air of arrogance. Even his standing posture was like that of a king.
Never in a million years did he think someone would be so arrogant to come to his territory and beat his son.
Jerry sneered and beckoned, “Come in now! Give him a good welcome for me.”
At this moment, more than a dozen bodyguards swarmed in and surrounded the room. They were all employed by Jerry.
However, Cornell only had two bodyguards and an assistant who looked very gentle.
Cornell was outnumbered. If all these men beat him up, how could he resist? His two bodyguards couldn’t protect him against more than a dozen men around them.
At the thought of this, Jerry grinned hideously. He was confident to win.
Jerry raised his hand and hooked his finger, hinting at the bodyguards to make a move. Cornell saw this but he didn’t show any sign of fear at all. He didn’t even move. He still sat there leisurely with his long legs crossed. It was as if he was just watching a show.
But before all Jerry’s men could move, a loud noise suddenly sounded.
Jerry turned around in confusion, only to be shocked by the scene in front of him. It turned out that all his men had been taken down one after another. They curled up on the floor, groaning in pain.
The entire process happened in less than five minutes. Jerry found this the most shocking.