Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
However, Cornell appeared unconvinced, asking, “Where do you keep the first aid kit?”
Audrey gestured toward a drawer.
Cornell grabbed the first aid kit and hopped onto the bed, lifting her leg on his thigh.
Audrey’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. The position they were in, her leg resting on his, was more intimate than she preferred.
Below Audrey’s calf was Cornell’s firm, tense thigh. As her skirt lifted, she could feel the warmth of his skin through his thin pants.
Audrey’s legs stiffened, daring not to move. She feared accidentally grazing his private part.
The atmosphere grew increasingly thin.
Audrey found breathing somewhat challenging. Fortunately, Cornell remained focused on her foot, oblivious to her flushed face.
Observing Cornell’s focused demeanor, Audrey suddenly realized this wasn’t the first time he had applied medicine to her foot. In each instance, he handled it adeptly and effortlessly, devoid of any aversion.
Following the treatment, Cornell targeted an acupoint on her ankle.
He determined the sprain wasn’t severe. With proper care, it should improve by tomorrow.
Cornell’s unwavering gaze unsettled Audrey. “Are you finished?” she inquired.
“Yes.” Cornell secured a bandage around her foot to safeguard it from dirt.
Cornell should have released Audrey by now, yet he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Despite his inclination for cleanliness, his principles seemed to wane in her presence. He desired to maintain his grasp on her foot.
Once Cornell released his grip, Audrey promptly instructed, “Please proceed to cleanse your hands.”
Cornell chuckled softly, finding it amusing that Audrey, rather than himself, expressed repulsion, despite his lack of concern.
After a while, Cornell returned from sanitizing his hands. Audrey directed him, “You can sleep in my brother’s room on the third level, but ensure minimal noise.”
“Understood.” Cornell cleared his throat gently, adding, “Should I receive any updates…”
Audrey swiftly interjected, “Alternatively, you may simply rest here.”
Cornell’s gaze intensified. “Are you suggesting I spend the night here?”
“Yes, in case of any developments regarding Nicole, I prefer to be promptly informed,” Audrey replied.
Though Cornell had assured Nicole’s well-being, the word “should” lacked definitive assurance. Given Jarrod’s past unpredictability, Audrey couldn’t attain peace of mind. Moreover, Jarrod was Cornell’s friend, and Cornell might opt not to disclose anything unusual to her, in the event of an occurrence. Fundamentally, her lack of trust in Cornell prompted her suggestion.
Cornell noticed the skepticism in Audrey’s eyes, experiencing a twinge of disappointment.
Audrey instructed him, “Please bring the blanket over here. If you approach too closely, I’ll have to ask you to leave the bed.”
Compliantly, Cornell fetched the blanket and positioned it on the bed.
Between them, Audrey positioned a lengthy pillow and instructed Cornell to place his phone on the bedside table.
Cornell adhered to all her directives.
However, Audrey remained somewhat uneasy and opted to leave a night light on. Once everything was arranged, she declared, “Let’s sleep.”
Just as Audrey was on the verge of closing her eyes, she observed that his shirt was fully unfastened, revealing his finely sculpted chest. Her complexion flushed from head to toe.
“What are you doing!” Following her words, she pulled the blanket over her face, exposing only her tousled hair, a sight quite endearing.
A flicker of amusement danced in Cornell’s eyes, his voice resonated deep and soothing. “I can’t sleep in my attire.”
“But you can’t be unclothed!” Audrey’s voice, muffled beneath the blanket, protested.
Cornell, sounding resigned, stated, “As a habit, I refrain from wearing anything under my shirt.”
Fortunately, Cornell had taken a bath beforehand. Otherwise, Audrey likely wouldn’t have allowed him to.
Audrey contemplated for a moment before softly stating, “In the third drawer on the left, there’s a set of pajamas I had tailor-made for my brother. They’re brand new. You can wear them.”
Cornell’s tone conveyed a subtle chill as he remarked, “It must be pleasant to be your brother.”
Audrey was speechless. Had she not misunderstood, there appeared to be a touch of bitterness in his voice. Cornell… Was it possible that he was experiencing jealousy?
Audrey let the blanket fall from her grasp, her tone reflecting her displeasure as she inquired, “Are you planning to wear them or not?”
Audrey had crafted the set of pajamas meticulously by hand, and Erick hadn’t even had the opportunity to wear them.
“I will.” Cornell’s gaze narrowed ever so slightly as his fingers slowly slipped into the sleeves. The motion unveiled his well-defined abdominal muscles and the distinct V-shaped lines, making the simple act of putting on pajamas extraordinarily slow.
Audrey couldn’t help but wonder whether he was intentionally prolonging the process.
Catching a glimpse of his appealing physique, her heart rate quickened momentarily. She turned away and lay back down.
Soon after, the opposite side of the bed sank down.
Audrey’s heart suddenly tightened. It had been a considerable while since she last shared a bed with a man. Additionally, it was a male companion with whom she had exchanged tender moments in the past.
Anxiously ruminating, she prayed for Nicole’s safety.
“Good night,” Cornell uttered with a glint in his eyes, observing Audrey’s quivering lashes.
The rich resonance of his voice stirred Audrey’s heart. “Alright,” she responded with her eyes closed.
Cornell’s lips curled upward, fixated on her serene slumbering countenance.
Possibly genuinely fatigued, Audrey swiftly drifted into sleep.
Within the bedroom, a cozy warmth filled the air.
Contrarily, beyond the West lake Villa, an icy, ominous presence lingered.
Adjacent to the villa, a sleek black automobile had its window partially lowered.
Inside, a man donning a white porcelain half-mask, his left hand cloaked in a sleek black leather glove, wielded a unique device directed toward Audrey’s upstairs bedroom.
This device could breach the delicate film of the window screen, distinctly observing the activities of the individuals indoors.
Upon witnessing their shared presence on the bed, the leather glove descended gradually.
“Bang!” A resounding rupture.
The man indeed fractured the vehicle’s window using only his hand.
Fragments of glass promptly lodged into the leather glove.
The driver, startled and alarmed, exclaimed, “Sir!”
The man’s mouth was tightly sealed as he removed the glove. As anticipated, his palm dripped with fresh blood.
Pallid skin displayed old, notably savage, and frightening scars.
The man casually adorned a new glove, showing no intention to address his injury at all.
The driver refrained from further utterance, merely observing the movement of the man’s slender lips. “Let’s go.”
The car started.
Turning his gaze toward the bedroom adorned with billowing curtains on the upper level, the man’s lips abruptly formed a chilling smirk.
Next, his lips silently moved. Barely perceptible, yet conveying a sense of ownership: They belonged solely to me!
In the warm bedroom, Cornell, supporting his head, observed Audrey sleeping peacefully, harboring a bitter smile within. Her trust in him exceeded reasonable bounds. He remained undecided regarding the fortune of her excessive trust.
Slowly, he inclined, softly pressing his lips against her forehead.
Audrey slumbered peacefully, her tender and perfumed form enticingly intoxicating, each touch igniting an insatiable longing within Cornell.
Cornell’s heart surged with desire, grappling to contain his yearning.
His gaze deepened as he attempted to suppress his desire. He dared not betray the hard-earned trust.
Although enduring was challenging, having already waited five years, he could endure a bit longer. He hoped she would willingly surrender herself to him.
Reluctantly shifting his gaze from her countenance, just as he prepared to recline for repose, he heard her murmuring. “Honey…”
The peacefully slumbering Audrey suddenly uttered such a phrase.
Instantly, Cornell’s heart raced uncontrollably.
He gently pinched Audrey’s cheek, his voice husky as he inquired, “What did you just say?”