Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Audrey couldn’t help but think the beating was well-deserved!
Matteo met Victor’s murderous eyes and quickly averted his eyes. He glanced at Cornell, ready to talk, but his voice tightened. “Mr. Clement, your shoulder…”
All eyes turned on Cornell’s shoulder. noticing the brown stains of blood on his black suit.
Audrey’s face turned pale. His wound clearly came from the glass Cecilia had hurled at her moments ago.
The wound being on his shoulder, coupled with Cornell’s endurance for pain, Cornell didn’t wince in pain, leading none noticed his pain until Matteo remarked.
Audrey moved closer to inspect the wound, her voice tight with concern. “Why didn’t you speak up when you got hurt?” Her tone clearly showed her anxiety.
Cornell said with a scratchy voice, “It’s no big deal.”
Audrey stared at his bleeding blood, her eyes turning red, her brows furrowed. “You’re bleeding a lot, and you say it’s nothing.”
Then, she grabbed his wrist and insisted, “We’re going to the hospital, no arguments.”
A ripple of warmth welled up inside his heart, but Cornell still acted tough. “No need. You can just help me rub some ointment on it.”
“Fine. There’s medicine in the car, right?” Audrey didn’t feel the need to argue. After all, in her eyes, applying some medicine to the person who had just saved her was no big deal.
Still holding Cornell’s wrist, Audrey started to lead him toward the door.
Victor started to chase after them, but before she could get a single word out, Matteo interrupted her, “Can’t you read the room?”
Matteo frowned.
Annoyed, Victor glared at Matteo.
Matteo, unfazed, continued, “My boss got injured when he saved Audrey. It makes sense for her to help him with his injury, does it not?”
Victor retorted, “Is Audrey a doctor or a nurse? Why should she be the one to help him? What if your boss has ulterior motives and is just finding an excuse to lure her into his car?”
At this, Matteo fell silent, feeling he couldn’t argue on that.
Cornell never bothered to hide his intentions of remarrying Audrey by seizing every opportunity to get along with her. Cornell hoped that the whole world would know how he felt about Audrey! But as a seasoned assistant, Matteo knew what he should say.
Matteo coughed and said indignantly, “Mr. Clement isn’t like that! He’s a gentleman and wouldn’t do anything to Audrey against her will.
Besides, his shoulder’s injured. He can’t hurt her. How dare you accuse him of having any ‘ll terior motives’?”
Matteo showcased his eloquence. In fact, Cornell wasn’t mortally wounded. Such a minor flesh wound on his shoulder was no big deal for him. Matteo knew that Cornell could still beat him up in the blink of an eye. But he had to convince Victor that Cornell was weak to reassure her.
Then, Matteo dragged Victor into another car and said, “Just sit here and watch. You got nothing to worry about.”
Meanwhile, in the car, Audrey stared at Cornell’s blood-soaked clothes, at a loss as to where to start. In the end, she could only frown and suggest, “How about we just go to the hospital?”
“No need. Just apply the medicine. I’ll be fine.” Cornell knew his own body very well. He didn’t want to go to the hospital over such an injury.
Audrey pouted and whined, “Why don’t you take yourself seriously?”
Despite the unmistakable grumble in her tone, her concern was still music to Cornell’s ears. It turned out that she cared about him, albeit subconsciously. And that was a good sign.
Cornell thought to himself that perhaps he should’ve gotten injured sooner.
Just then, he came up with an idea. He cleared his throat and said gruffly, “I can’t use my hand. Can you help me take off my shirt to take care of my wound?”
“Uh…” Audrey blushed furiously, feeling embarrassed at the mere thought of undressing him. She would’ve felt uncomfortable undressing any man, let alone Cornell.
Sensing her reluctance, Cornell’s eyes darkened. “Forget it. I’ll do it myself.”
He lifted his uninjured arm and clumsily tried to unbutton his shirt.
When the last button was finally undone, he straightened his back and tried to shrug his shirt off, but it was futile. After a while, he let out a frustrated sigh.
Audrey seemed to notice his struggle. “Does it hurt?”
Sometimes it was good to admit one’s weakness.
At last, Cornell realized that Audrey yielded to a more subtle approach rather than a direct one.
Cornell raised his eyebrows and answered in a hoarse voice, “A little…”
The pungent smell of blood permeated the air. Finally, Audrey bit her lips and nodded, as though she had made up her mind about something.
“Let me do it.”
Cornell could barely hide his smile, but he tried desperately to hold it back and put on a serious face.
Shy, Audrey lowered her head to keep from staring at his defined muscles and gingerly stretched out her hand to search for the button.
But it was inevitable for her soft fingers to brush against the man’s bare skin. Her cold hands touched every part of his chest.
All of a sudden, Cornell gasped.
Audrey stopped what she was doing and looked up in a hurry. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Cornell frowned and said in a low voice, “You touched the wrong spot.”
Audrey looked down at the part she had just touched and turned as red as a tomato. I’m sorry,” she stuttered embarrassedly.
“It’s okay. Go on…” Cornell’s low and seductive voice seemed to make her heart race in her chest.
Audrey flushed even more.
The car interior wasn’t particularly spacious with Cornell’s stout build. One false move from Audrey, and she could hurt him. Holding her breath, she made sure to be extra careful as she tried to take off his shirt.
Finally, his shirt was half taken off. His wound was on the back of his shoulder. Audrey frowned and tried to stand up to get a clearer view of the wound. “Move over sideways, or I won’t be able to apply the ointment.”
Cornell obediently turned sideways. Seated, Audrey still couldn’t see the wound, so she knelt one knee on the seat to prop herself up higher.
Even with her back straight, she was just tall enough to reach Cornell’s shoulder.
She tried to lean forward, and the leather seat sank a little underneath her weight. From the rearview mirror, Cornell could see her every movement.
Sensing that he was watching her in the mirror, Audrey looked up at their reflection curiously.
In the mirror, she could see herself kneeling down behind him, her hand resting on his shoulder. The posture looked incredibly suggestive.
She blushed and hurriedly explained, “I had to kneel on the seat so that I could get a better look.
Cornell’s lips curved upward into a gentle smile, but his eyes burned with desire. “Do whatever you want.”
These words… Obviously, he meant something else. Audrey’s face turned crimson. But she didn’t dare to speak her mind, lest she look like a horny woman. He was so annoying!
Pouting, Audrey stopped feeling sorry for him and yanked his shirt off without remorse.
Cornell’s back muscles were as well defined as his front, and now that his shirt was fully off, his pheromones wafted in the air freely.
Audrey took a deep breath and tried to focus on the wound, ignoring his extraordinary back muscles.
Fortunately, the handle of the glass didn’t go deep. But there was an obvious glass shard around two centimeters big wedged inside the wound.
Audrey took out the tweezers from the medical kit and warned, “This might hurt. I’m about to take the glass shard out.”
“Okay.”
Audrey carefully pulled the broken glass out with the tweezers and then blew on the wound out of habit. This was what she did whenever Janey got wounded. She didn’t think much of it, but Cornell, on the other hand, stiffened as she blew on his bare skin.
He could endure the pain no matter what, but if she went on like this, he’d lose control of himself.
Audrey stopped blowing on the wound. She proceeded to disinfect it and apply medicine, which gradually calmed Cornell down.
The last step was to bandage it. But the problem was that the wound was in tricky spot. And the only way to bandage it was to wrap the bandage all around Cornell’s chest.
Audrey took a deep breath and decisively started wrapping the gauze under his arm.
Cornell’s chest was so broad that Audrey arms couldn’t reach all the way around him. Frowning, she leaned closer, hoping that doing so would let her reach the roll of gauze, but her lips inadvertently touched his back.
Then, Audrey felt his back was burning hot! She stiffened in embarrassment.
She struggled for a moment and eventually gave up, leaning against Cornell’s back in defeat. “Help me,” she whispered.
Cornell held her fingers, took the roll of gauze, and pressed it into her other palm.
The whole time Audrey bandaged his wound, she had to keep her face pressed against Cornell’s back, or she wouldn’t be able to reach the gauze.
It was so embarrassing. She inwardly chastised herself for not insisting that they go to the hospital in the first place.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she finished bandaging up his wound.