Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
“Me? A pervert?” Cornell smiled faintly, which made Audrey shiver.
“Don’t you like to reminisce? Well, in that case…” He lifted her chin with his slender, graceful fingers and continued, “Let me refresh your memory about what we were up to when you called me honey, shall I?”
Audrey’s feigned composure shattered, and she began, “Cornell, you.
Her words, however, dissolved into his kiss.
“Um…” Audrey tried to resist but was ensnared in his embrace, and the kiss intensified by the second. Despite being weakened by the fervent kiss, she struggled against his hold.
Audrey began to feel a deep sense of aversion. She tried to push him away several times, but Cornell deftly pinned her hand against the window.
Her chest felt heavy, and it was hard to breathe. Just as she was about to gasp for air, Cornell eased off a little and, in a deep, husky voice, murmured, “Can’t even catch your breath?”
Cornell had noticed last time that Audrey often forgot to breathe during their kisses, considering they hadn’t shared one in years.
Cornell’s eyes darkened as he pondered over this. She didn’t know how to kiss… This realization surprised Cornell and brought him happiness.
“From now on, if you call someone else so intimately in front of me, I’ll kiss you!” Cornell declared.
It might sound absurd, but Cornell, for some reason, had problems with the late Kabir.
Audrey, still simmering with anger, pushed Cornell away and retorted, “You’re crazy! Kabir is my husband.
Cornell adopted a stern expression and said in a threatening tone, “You said it again. Prepare to face the consequences!”
Audrey struggled to find the words to retort. What a bastard!
“Call me ‘honey,’ and I’ll let you go,” Cornell bargained.
With her face red with fury, Audrey spat, “You wish!”
Cornell drew Audrey into his arms and chuckled. “Then, come here.”
Having realized resisting was futile, Audrey widened her eyes and scolded, “You bastard! This is sexual harassment!”
Cornell lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers. “I’m kissing my wife. It’s not against the law.”
Audrey was speechless. She was trapped in his embrace, and the kiss grew fervent as moments went by. Each of Cornell’s kisses seemed to stretch on endlessly. If they continued, she might not come home until dawn.
Gasping for breath, Audrey whispered, “Stop… Um… Stop..
Sensing her discomfort, Cornell restrained himself and stopped. For five years, he hadn’t been intimate with any other woman, except for that first meeting where he couldn’t resist kissing and biting her.
One kiss was far from satisfying his desire.
Cornell gasped, which made his Adam’s apple bob, and asked, “Are you going to call me ‘honey’?”
Although Audrey had no memory of her having sex, she wasn’t naive.
Cornell’s intentions were crystal clear.
With her face red in anger, Audrey asked, “Have you no shame?”
Cornell’s lips slightly curved upward. He just loved seeing her annoyed. How he wished he could go back to the nights when they had sex.
“Don’t be shy.” He smiled and, with a husky voice, continued, “We’ve had sex many times. I’ve lost count of how many times in this car…”
Since Audrey’s hands were restrained, she could only grit her teeth and reprimand him, “Shame on you!”
Cornell remained unfazed. He pressed her body once again and declared, “If you keep saying ‘no,’ I won’t stop.”
In fear, Audrey turned her face away and reluctantly called out, “Honey…”
An abrupt silence enveloped the car.
In Cornell’s dark eyes, an inexplicable surge of emotion welled up.
He firmly grasped her jaw, turned her face toward him, and commanded, “Look at me and say it again.”
Audrey was stunned. All she wanted was to call him a bastard! Sadly for her, she had no choice but to comply.
At this moment, she stared at Cornell’s face, gnashed her teeth, and uttered the word “honey” six times in a row. Seeing that he seemed hesitant, she surmised he wasn’t satisfied.
“Don’t go too far!” Audrey snapped.
If it came down to it, she could tolerate their marriage, but she refused to be a pushover.
Cornell gazed at her with his captivating eyes and remarked, “That sounds nice.”
He had waited for five long years, thinking he’d never hear her call him “honey” again.
Audrey was at a loss. She could feel a sense of melancholy in his words.
Her heart softened upon hearing him. But considering his behavior, it didn’t take long before it hardened again. This rascal didn’t deserve her sympathy!
At West lake Villa, as soon as Audrey stepped out of the car, a small, soft body pounced on her.
Audrey quickly crouched down, wrapped the little girl in her embrace, and planted a kiss on the latter’s cheek. “Janey!”
With a happy smile on her beautiful little face, Janey hugged Audrey back. “Mommy!”
“Janey just had some fruit and went out to play,” Annis explained.
“Mommy, did Erick send you back?” Janey asked Audrey in an adorable voice.
“No…” Before Audrey could finish her words, Janey, with her short legs, clambered into the car and caught sight of Cornell’s handsome face.
“Daddy!” Janey exclaimed in an endearing voice, her eyes lighting up.
Cornell’s handsome visage froze at the sight of Janey’s charming face.
His intuition, it seemed, had been spot on. This was unquestionably Audrey’s daughter. The child of Audrey and Audrey’s late husband.
This thought sent a sharp pang through Cornell’s heart, rendering it so constricted that breathing became a struggle.
Meanwhile, the endearing Janey eagerly embraced Cornell, her arms encircling Cornell’s neck, as she inquired with innocence, “Daddy, are you here to see me?”
Janey’s spontaneous gesture left Cornell in a state of bewilderment.
Truth be told, aside from Audrey, Cornell had an aversion to being touched by others, be they adults or children.
Nevertheless, the more Janey gazed at Cornell, the more she liked him.
To everyone’s astonishment, Janey planted an unexpected kiss on Cornell’s face.
Janey had wanted Cornell to be her father. The longer she looked at him, the more she found to like him, eagerly anticipating the moment she could boast to Ann about her incredibly handsome father.
In Janey’s eyes, Ann’s father paled in comparison.
Despite Audrey’s teachings about avoiding disparaging remarks, Janey vividly recalled the last time Ann insulted her with the term “bastard.” Ann’s father, in turn, laughed at the remark.
This fueled Janey’s private disdain for Ann’s father, muttering curses under her breath.
In a sweet voice, Janey asked, “Daddy, can we go to the amusement park?”
Cornell, wearing a complicated expression, attempted to respond but found himself at a loss for words. Janey had pressed close and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek.
Surprisingly, Cornell didn’t find the sweet kiss from this unfamiliar girl distasteful. Instead, an unexplainable sense of affection welled up from the depths of his heart.
Initially intending to gently push Janey away, Cornell found himself holding her back instead. His concern stemmed from the fear that she might fall and hurt herself. This marked the first time Cornell felt unsure about how to handle Janey nestled in his arms.
Meanwhile, Janey gazed at Cornell with her wide, admiring eyes, captivated by his presence.
As their eyes locked, Cornell glimpsed his own reflection in Janey’s innocent gaze. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind. How wonderful it would be if this little girl were Audrey’s and his own. Although he recognized the notion as absurd, he couldn’t shake it.
Janey, despite only meeting Cornell once at the airport, harbored a deep liking for him. She stubbornly believed that Cornell should be her daddy, drawn to him because his face resembled the one from her dreams.
As Cornell held Janey in his arms, a sudden panic gripped Audrey, her face turning pale. The unsettling idea that Cornell might steal Janey away from her flashed through her mind, leaving her shocked.
But, to her knowledge, he wasn’t Janey’s biological father.
“Janey!” Audrey shouted anxiously as she swiftly snatched Janey out of Cornell’s arms. “Don’t call him like that again!”
Janey was shocked by Audrey’s reaction, and her lips pursed as if on the verge of tears.
Observing this, Cornell couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Janey.
Just as Cornell was about to say something, Audrey squatted down and met Janey’s eyes, her tone notably softer but serious. “Janey Foster, this man is not your father. You can’t just call a stranger ‘Daddy’.
Understand?”