Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Cornell caught onto her suggestion, a small smile appearing on his face. “So, you’re offering me your money, yet you still deny ‘saving your husband’?”
He gently pinched her chin, teasing, “You’re not being honest.”
Audrey’s expression turned serious. “I’m totally serious.”
Knowing how proud Cornell was, she quickly added, “Think of it as a loan from me.”
Cornell struggled to hold back a laugh. He said jokingly, “This is quite the favor. Looks like I have to work hard to ensure you have an orgasm every time we get intimate, huh?”
Audrey felt her cheeks warm up. “No one’s asking you for anything in return!”
Cornell’s expression softened, and he looked at her intently. “Is it because you were quite satisfied with me just now?”
“Oh, why can’t you ever be serious?” Audrey complained, hiding her face in the pillow.
Cornell felt his heart fill with warmth. He leaned closer and wrapped his arms around her slim waist. “Can’t you just have a little faith in me?”
Audrey turned around abruptly. “Did you play along just to turn the table at a certain time?”
Cornell kissed her on the forehead, his voice calm. “Just trust me, okay?”
Audrey did trust Cornell. After all, his competence was well beyond anyone at the Clement Group. The idea of impeaching Cornell today had seemed as absurd as side dishes trying to replace the main course.
It was completely ridiculous. Without Cornell, the Clement Group would definitely be in trouble.
After some more chatting, Audrey curled up in Cornell’s arms and drifted off to sleep.
Late into the night, Cornell watched Audrey’s peaceful face with a loving gaze for a long time.
Then, he silently got out of bed and left the bedroom.
He took out his phone and made a call.
Whatever the response from the other end, Cornell replied in a deep voice, “Not everyone’s fallen for it yet. Keep baiting them!”
For five straight days, Cornell chose not to go to work, preferring to stay at the villa with Audrey.
While Cornell had the luxury of free time, Audrey still needed to attend her studio.
In her absence, Cornell was left to his own devices at home. He picked up cooking tips from Annis, managing to serve Audrey delicious dinners each night, even boasting a soup that surpassed Annis’ years of expertise.
Intrigued, Audrey asked, “How did you get so skilled at cooking?”
Back in their married days five years ago, Cornell had never ventured into cooking, nor did anyone know he had the knack for it. Yet, his cooking skills hardly seemed amateur.
Cornell, with a quirked eyebrow, casually replied, “Learning isn’t tough if you’re interested. Soup making is all about the timing and balance. Overcook it, and you lose the flavor. Undercook it, and it lacks depth. Nail the timing and pick the right ingredients, and you end up with something that’s both tasty and healthy…”
Audrey was impressed by his methodical approach to cooking, seeing it as something a perfectionist would do, applying precision even in the kitchen.
After savoring a large bowl of soup, Audrey remarked, “You’ve lured me for another bowl of soup.”
Cornell, cleaning her face with a wet wipe, saying teasingly, “Thank you, Miss Foster, for taking me in. Caring for you is the least I can do.”
Audrey found herself at a loss for words.
After tossing the wipe away, Cornell casually inquired, “Which soup did you like more, the one from lunch or tonight’s?”
Once again, Audrey was lost for words. She thought back to the lunchtime call when Cornell had offered to make and bring her a meal, only to find she was already dining with a business partner.
The business partner cheerfully handed her a bowl of soup and said, “Miss Foster, give this a try. It’s supposed to make your skin softer and more dazzling.”
Little did Audrey expect the words of a business partner, a man, would stick with Cornell.
Audrey quipped, “The one I had at lunch was pretty good, made by a real chef.”
“How good?” As Cornell lifted Audrey up to head for a wash, he asked, “Better than what I make?”
Lately, Cornell had been carrying Audrey around every evening, so she barely had to use her feet.
Cornell enjoyed holding Audrey so much that he couldn’t resist doing so every chance he got.
“The soup tonight was a bit on the sour side.” Audrey laughed, looping her arms around Cornell’s neck.
Catching her drift, Cornell responded with a smirk, “Staying at home waiting for you to come back makes me overthink.”
Audrey hummed in mock agreement. “Now you understand how I feel when waiting for you in the past.”
Cornell went quiet, wondering if that was how Audrey felt waiting for him. It had to be tough.
Noticing his silence, Audrey cheekily lifted his chin, saying, “Look after me well, and I’ll make sure to come home early when I have social commitments.”
Cornell looked at her, his voice hoarse. “I’ll do my best to take care of you.”
After getting washed up, Audrey got ready for a bath, something she did unless she returned too late.
Meanwhile, Cornell started washing up.
Audrey waited for him to step out.
After washing up, Cornell unexpectedly didn’t leave. Instead, he carried her into the bathtub and turned on the shower.
“Splash.” The sound of water echoed as it hit them, soaking their clothes.
The water wasn’t cold, but the sudden soaking caught Audrey off guard.
“Cornell… We’re getting soaked…” she pointed out.
“Soaked? Then let’s take them off,” he casually suggested.
Audrey was at a loss for words. It seemed so obvious, yet his suggestion threw her. After all, one typically undressed to bathe.
As the water poured over them, both got completely drenched.
Audrey wore a knee-length professional dress, which was quite modest.
But when it got wet, it clung to her figure, becoming unexpectedly seductive.
Cornell’s clothes didn’t fare any better. His white shirt turned transparent, hinting at the contours of his body beneath.
Audrey, her face and ears flushing, pushed him slightly. “Let me stand up first.”
“But isn’t it my responsibility to take care of you?” Cornell replied, his voice low and enticing. “Let me help you with your clothes.”
As he slowly unzipped her dress, the warm water cascading down felt soothing.
The bathroom was filled with their moans.
“Mmm… Don’t touch there…” Audrey managed to say.
Cornell stopped and gazed at her, a victorious chuckle escaping him as he caught his breath. “Are you satisfied now?”
Audrey blushed deeply, finding it hard to quiet the moans that slipped out. She felt like she was losing her mind! Cornell was brimming with energy, not having work to tie him down, and brought something new to each day.
The following morning, Cornell got up early and got everything ready.
Audrey, hearing the alarm, reached out to turn it off, wanting to catch a few more moments of sleep, but then she bolted upright. She suddenly remembered she had a crucial client meeting she couldn’t miss.
Luckily, she hadn’t slept in too long and still had time to get ready.
Walking to the bathroom in her slippers, Audrey was barely awake as she started brushing her teeth.
Cornell came in, saw Audrey zoning out with her toothbrush still in her mouth, and laughed.
He moved closer, held her steady, helped her brush her teeth, and then gently washed her face for her.
Noticing Audrey’s sleepiness, he whispered, “Maybe you should get some more sleep?”
Leaning against him, feeling worn out, Audrey murmured, “I can’t. There’s a client meeting. This is all on you…”
Their night had been a whirlwind, from the bathroom to in front of the mirror, and then back to bed, leaving Audrey completely drained.
Audrey’s resting on him made Cornell content.
Cornell smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Sure, blame it on me. I just wanted to make sure I did a good job.”
Audrey, her cheeks a warm shade of pink, playfully swatted his chest.
It was only then she noticed he was wearing a suit and tie. With a look of surprise, she asked, “Heading out?”
Cornell nodded. “Yeah, I’m off to the company.”