Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Elin, being more straightforward than Erick, comforted him afterward by saying, “We’re both adults, and having needs is normal. Don’t worry about it. We can simply be companions.”
By uttering those words, Elin unmistakably acknowledged that their relationship was solely that of companionship.
However, Erick struggled to fully accept this term. Especially when Elin assumed the role of companion, it heightened the complexity of their emotions. He hoped she loved him, yet deep down, he harbored a certain fear of her developing feelings for him. He knew he couldn’t provide her with what she truly desired. All he could do was provide her with the necessary assistance and some solace, nothing beyond that.
Erick stood up and said softly, “You’ll sleep in this room, and I’ll be next door. Call me if you need anything. Try to get some rest early.”
With that, he turned around, ready to leave for a rest.
However, a delicate hand caught the corner of his nightshirt.
As Erick looked down, his gaze moved from Elin’s hand to her face, and he asked in a deep voice, “What’s wrong?”
Elin, feeling a sudden fondness for the warmth Erick provided, wanted to indulge herself just this once, not holding back her feelings.
“Can you stay with me?” she asked.
Looking at him with watery eyes, her beauty undiminished by her bruises, she appeared fragile.
The silent presence of a delicate woman had the power to awaken a man’s protective instincts. Erick couldn’t bring himself to refuse.
He had actually intended for Elin to rest alone. For two people who had shared intimacy, sleeping in the same bed wasn’t easy. Even a gentle touch could reignite deeper emotions.
Erick decided not to remove his nightshirt and lay down fully clothed, switched off the light, pulled Elin close, and whispered, “Sleep.” To make advances on her at this moment would be inhumane.
During today’s medical examination, when the doctor asked Elin routine questions, including whether she was menstruating or pregnant, she answered no to all.
Erick realized he had misunderstood. She wasn’t currently on her period.
Growing up with a distant father, Elin had always lacked a sense of security. Now, lying in Erick’s arms, she felt completely safe and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Erick, accustomed to sleeping naked, felt uncomfortable keeping his pajamas on out of consideration for Elin’s feelings. With her soft body nestled in his arms, it was truly challenging for any ordinary man to drift off to sleep.
In a semi-conscious state, Elin suddenly screamed and started flailing her arms, accidentally hitting Erick in the face.
Startled awake by her inadvertent blow, Erick, concerned she might harm herself, swiftly restrained her flailing arms beneath him.
Elin, her body soaked in sweat, cried out, “Let me go! Let go..”
“Elin! Elin!” Erick murmured, gently coaxing. “Don’t be frightened. Open your eyes and see who I am.”
At his voice, Elin, bewildered, reluctantly opened her eyes, and found herself gazing into Erick’s handsome visage, mere inches away.
She blinked, a tear trickling down from the corner of her eye, whispering, “Erick…”
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Clearly still in a daze, Elin hadn’t fully risen from sleep yet.
But her soft voice stirred something within Erick. At that moment, Elin’s disheveled appearance, with flushed cheeks and moist lashes, rendered her irresistibly fragile. Naturally captivating, her vulnerability alone was enough to stir a man’s emotions.
Unsettled by his own reaction, Erick cleared his throat Lightly, attempting to alleviate the tension, and asked, “Are you fully awake now? Would you like some water?”
Elin remained silent, her eyes brimming with an irresistible allure akin to the freshness of spring, their fluttering lashes seemingly dripping with dew, stirring the depths. She embodied boundless desire.
Erick nearly bit his lip to restrain himself, physically shifting away to maintain a safe distance from her. He excused himself to retrieve some water, hoping that a splash of cold water would help quench the heat surging through him.
But he was caught off guard as Elin grabbed his arm. Turning around in surprise, he found himself met with the soft press of her Lips against his.
Elin’s kiss, though inexperienced, was tender and affectionate, igniting a blaze within him.
Erick stood tall, discarding the confines of his pajamas, which fell to the floor with a soft thud. His fingertips traced the curve of her collarbone, trailing downward, as he murmured, “Allow me.”
His abs were firm, a delicate sheen of sweat accentuating the allure of his Adonis belt.
Elin, despite her inexperience, savored the exquisite sensation.
Summoning her courage, she shed her inhibitions, enveloping his back in a tender embrace, tears of euphoria threatening to spill…
Intent on Elin’s pleasure, Erick supported himself on one arm, his other hand tracing the contours of her back, exhaling softly. “Call me…”
Elin’s cheeks flushed crimson, her body tense as she bit her lip, resisting the urge to vocalize her desires.
But Erick, adept at teasing, deliberately slowed his movements, exploring her sensitive spots with precision.
In matters of intimacy, Erick possessed a natural finesse.
Overwhelmed by sensation, Elin couldn’t hold back, and pleaded, “Mr. Foster, please…”
Erick gripped her chin, sweat trickling down his chiseled jawline, and said, “Not that.”
Finally, Elin breathed out breathlessly, “Erick…”
The two made love for almost half the might until Elin was completely drained, too exhausted to even summon the energy for a shower.
In the end, Erick tenderly carried her to the bathroom to clean up.
Afterward, they retreated to bed. Elin was so fatigued that distinguishing up from down felt impossible, let alone entertaining any further thoughts.
Erick gently stroked her hair, observing her for a while, as if grasping some profound truth in his heart. Some emotions, it appeared, were inherently different from the outset.
As the day of Cornell’s grand wedding with Katie approached, Audrey found herself working tirelessly to expedite her departure, partly due to missing Janey and partly because she couldn’t bear witnessing Katie’s extravagant ceremony with Cornell.
One day, Audrey visited the dye factory to inspect a batch of fabrics. Due to the positive collaboration between their companies, the factory owner extended an invitation to Audrey for a meal.
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The factory owner, a resilient single mother raising two children, impressed Audrey with her strength and determination.
As dinner time approached, Audrey graciously accepted the invitation, allowing the factory owner to treat her to a meal.
They chose a restaurant favored by the dye factory owner, who hailed from the northern regions and had a penchant for exotic cuisine.
A roasted sparrow was served, but Audrey found the dish so repulsive that she couldn’t even bear the smell, let alone consider eating it.
As soon as the dish was served, Audrey was overcome by an overwhelming urge to vomit.
Although there was a restroom available in the chamber, Audrey hesitated to use it, concerned that the lack of sound insulation might disturb other diners.
Deciding to excuse herself under the guise of answering a phone call, Audrey made her way to the restroom outside, where she promptly began to vomit violently.
Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes had been watching her every move.
As soon as Audrey entered the restroom, the person who had been watching her followed closely behind.
Audrey rushed to the sink, vomiting violently, after which she used her mouthwash to freshen her breath.
As Audrey turned to leave, she noticed a woman at the sink, reeking of booze and a pungent mixture of greasy barbecue and spicy scents.
The stench caused Audrey to gag, fighting back the urge to retch once more.
Retreating to the restroom, Audrey succumbed to another bout of violent vomiting, remaining inside until the wave of nausea had passed.
To Audrey’s surprise, the woman remained, her brow furrowed with concern. “Hey, beautiful. You alright?”
The woman, now tidied up, smelled fresher and looked more presentable.
Audrey instinctively covered her nose and mouth. “I’m fine. It’s nothing.”
The woman apologized, “My apologies. I reeked of food and drink due to a clumsy waiter. Did it bother you?”
Audrey dismissed the apology. “Don’t worry. I’ve been extra sensitive to smells lately.”
“You look exactly how I did when I was pregnant. Are you pregnant?” the woman observed, raising her eyebrows.
Audrey’s silence was her only answer to the woman’s question. She kept her guard up, wary of strangers bearing too much familiarity.
The woman offered a packet of alcohol-free wipes, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “These are gentle enough for pregnant women.”
Audrey accepted the wipes with a polite smile. “Thanks, but my nausea is unrelated to pregnancy.”
Though the woman seemed friendly, Audrey grew uneasy by the woman’s continued insinuations of pregnancy, especially since she hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort.
Adding to her unease, Audrey’s black trench coat kept her body well-concealed, making the woman’s questions seem all the more intrusive.
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She was mystified by the woman’s fixation on pregnancy.
The woman apologized, “My fault.”