Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Audrey’s eyes widened as she caught the scent of ginger soup.
“Did you make this?”
Cornell replied, somewhat reluctantly, “Yes.”
After showering, he noticed Audrey’s hands and feet were cold, so he contacted Matteo and asked him to bring some ingredients. He then cooked the soup according to the recipe he found on the Internet.
It was something Cornell had never done before, and he ended up burning his hand!
Whenever he remembered how Audrey had irritated him, he was furious with himself.
“Come on, drink it before it gets cold,” Cornell urged impatiently.
With flushed cheeks, Audrey took the bowl and sipped the soup.
She was overwhelmed by the fact that Cornell, who had never cooked for anyone in his life, had made this ginger soup for her.
Moreover, it was late at night. The handsome man with a perfect figure served her soup personally, making Audrey feel like she was on cloud nine.
Once she finished, Cornell took the bowl, and only then did Audrey notice the burn on the back of his hand.
Cornell’s skin was even smoother than a woman’s. It was delicate and tender.
Concerned, Audrey asked, “What happened to your hand?”
“It’s nothing.”
Cornell didn’t want to admit he didn’t know how to handle the pot properly and burned himself. That would be too embarrassing!
As he headed toward the door with the bowl in hand, he suddenly turned around, leaned against the frame, smiled at Audrey, and asked, “Do you worry about me?”
Audrey put on a fake smile and replied, “You wish!”
Hearing her response, Cornell chuckled softly and exited the room.
Audrey was beyond irritated, feeling like she could chew off her tongue. Why was she letting this bother her anyway? It wasn’t the right time to bring it up.
Pitying a man was just inviting trouble, and sympathizing with one would only lead to misery. This age-old saying about men echoed in her mind.
Sharing a bed with Cornell again was out of the question.
They weren’t in love anymore. How could they casually share a bed like that?
When Cornell returned, Audrey had composed herself. She said indifferently, “Mr. Clement, thanks for your help tonight. It’s late.
You should head back.”
Cornell looked at her and said with a sneer, “I know it’s late.”
“At this hour, it’s not appropriate for us to share a room, don’t you think?”
Audrey wanted to say that she didn’t want Cornell’s new girlfriend to get the wrong idea, but she didn’t want him to think she was jealous.
So, she tried to persuade him with tact.
But her words seemed to rub Cornell the wrong way.
With a cold tone, he said, “Are you worried Henley will find out and get upset? After all, he forked out three million to win you over.
He would be pissed if we share a bed.”
Cornell’s words stung, and Audrey clenched her fists.
She didn’t want to argue, so she said with a cold expression, “Whatever. It’s time for you to leave.”
Instead of leaving, Cornell pulled the quilt and enveloped Audrey in his arms.
His body radiated heat, pressing against her like a burning stove.
Audrey tried to break free, but Cornell held her hands from behind and warned, “Behave yourself. Don’t try to seduce me.
Audrey was speechless when she heard that.
With her stomach in pain, she didn’t want to argue with him.
Gradually, she noticed that Cornell was surprisingly warm. His big hand gently rubbed her lower abdomen. It felt as if a warm current was flowing into her, providing a soft and comforting sensation.
In the quiet night, Cornell gazed down at Audrey’s graceful neck. His Adam’s apple bobbed, determination glinting in his charming eyes.
He said nonchalantly, “Audrey, you two won’t be together.”
No one could snatch away what he had claimed unless he willingly let go of it.
With that, he flicked off the light.
Still awake, Audrey said nothing. However, tension gripped her until sleep gradually overtook her.
The next morning, Audrey’s phone rudely interrupted her slumber.
It was normal for most people to wake up feeling a bit grumpy, so she let it ring for a bit.
Suddenly, a man’s voice echoed from her phone.
“Did you sleep well last night, Audrey?”
Her eyes shot open, meeting Cornell’s intense gaze.
He held his head with one hand and her phone with the other.
“Audrey, are you there?” Henley’s voice came again from the other end of the phone.
Audrey’s heart skipped a beat. After a moment, she replied, “Yeah?
As she spoke, she reached for her phone. Cornell, surprisingly, handed it over without making fun of her.
Meanwhile, Audrey signaled for him to be quiet fiercely.
Seeing that, Cornell squinted, a wicked expression on his face.
Ignoring him, Audrey focused on the call.
“What’s the matter, Henley?”
“I want to take you out for breakfast. Are you free right now?”
Henley asked.
Before Audrey could answer, her body suddenly stiffened.
Cornell flipped her over and pinned her down, He coolly held her chin and trailed kisses along the marks he had left. Simultaneously, he playfully pinched her plump buttocks and rubbed them with great desire.
Audrey couldn’t help but breathe heavily.
She gritted her teeth and asked in a shaky voice, “Where are you?”
Cornelll felt dissatisfied with her words. He extended his hand to unbutton her pajamas and planted kisses from her chin down to her delicate clavicle. Wherever he went, he left a few hickey marks.
“Well, I’m at your door,” Henley replied.
Henley’s voice sounded at the door.
Audrey panicked at once. She felt like her heart was in her throat.
She was about to tell Henley that she was not home when he continued, “I’m sorry if I came too early. But I asked Nicole, and she said you were home. Don’t worry. If you have just woken up, take your time.
You wash up first. I’ll wait for you at the door.”
Audrey suddenly shivered. Her scalp had numbed, and she felt like all her blood rushed to her head.
“Okay… Ah…”
Audrey hurriedly covered her mouth when the voice that came from her sounded abnormal. She quickly hung up the phone.
She pushed Cornell away and fixed her disheveled pajamas. Then, she looked at him and raised her hand, wanting to give him a hard slap in the face.
Audrey was so angry that she wanted to tear Cornell apart.
What kind of a person would do such a thing early in the morning when she was in a phone conversation?
But before her palm could land on Cornell’s face, he grabbed her wrist.