Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
“Really? Another coincidence, then. I’m actually on my way to Cedarcrest. It’s next to Tenassie, so I can drop you there.”
Such a fortunate turn of events eased Audrey’s nervousness a lot. She felt like Henley was her savior, and she was very grateful.
“That’s great! Thank you, Henley. Sorry for troubling you.
“Don’t mention it. It’s no trouble at all.”
Henley smiled, and his eyes twinkled.
“I’m actually lucky.”
Audrey was confused.
“What do you mean?”
Henley looked at her and smiled playfully.
“I thought it would be a lonely journey. I didn’t expect God to send me a beautiful travel companion.”
Although Audrey knew Henley was joking, she still couldn’t help blushing.
She lowered her head to hide her flushed face and said politely, “Thank you, Henley. You’re such a big help.”
Henley said with a smile, “Hey, it’s okay. How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to be so polite to me? We are friends, aren’t we?”
When Henley said this, he spoke naturally and without a hint of flirtation. He really had a great sense of boundaries.
Audrey nodded.
“ALL right, I get it. But still, thank you.”
Henley smiled with satisfaction. He then started the car and drove away. When he turned a corner, his sharp eyes caught sight of a black Bentley parked on the side of the road.
If Audrey looked up, she would definitely see it.
Henley suddenly called out, “”Audrey!”
Audrey turned her head and gave Henley a questioning gaze.
“What’s wrong?”
While Audrey was looking at Henley, their car had already passed the Bentley.
Henley felt relieved. He relaxed his posture and looked straight ahead.
“I heard you divorced.”
Audrey nodded and hummed in response. She actually didn’t want to talk about it, thinking it was inappropriate to discuss it with Henley.
It was a good thing that Henley wasn’t someone who pried into other people’s business.
He didn’t ask about the divorce anymore. Instead, he smiled gently and said, “You are just lost now. But I’m sure that life will treat you better and better.”
Audrey felt Henley was a smart man because he was good at using metaphors.
But she must admit that he was right. She was indeed lost while chasing after Cornell, not only in direction but also in her heart.
She ended up being scarred all over.
But now, she had found her way back. And she was determined to make herself better.
Inside the black Bentley, the atmosphere drastically dropped to a freezing point.
Matteo covertly glanced at the rearview mirror. Cornell’s handsome eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he exuded a repressive aura.
Matteo now regretted his words earlier. He wanted to slap himself for being too talkative. It was all his fault.
He was Cornell’s personal assistant, so he knew Cornell well. Cornell must have been angered by Audrey’s refusal to be called Mrs. Clement.
It was very apparent that Audrey wanted to distance herself from Cornell. Of course, this had hurt Cornell’s ego.
But despite the anger, Cornell still couldn’t leave Audrey standing alone on the side of the road. Matteo felt it was his cue to intervene and offer some advice.
So, he immediately suggested they go back to pick Audrey up because she didn’t seem like she was waiting for someone. Instead, she Looked anxious.
But when he made a U-turn, they found that she was indeed waiting for someone.
Moreover, she deliberately turned her head away when their car passed by the car she was in.
Did she really hate Cornell that much?
Matteo sighed regretfully. He promised himself not to try to be clever again and give suggestions.
Otherwise, he would definitely be the next person to lose a job.
They were still parked on the side of the road. Matteo asked nervously, “Mr. Clement, what should we do now?”
Cornell closed his eyes and pressed his thin lips together.
“Just drive.”
By the time Henley and Audrey arrived in Tenassie, it was already afternoon.
Since Henley still had to go somewhere else, Audrey didn’t want to trouble him more. She insisted on getting off in town.
Henley had to let her be. Before she got out of the car, he said “I’ll pick you up after I finish my work. Let’s go back together.”
Audrey nodded. But she inwardly thought that she didn’t want to trouble Henley again. Although Cedarcrest was close to Tenassie, he still needed to take a detour.
Henley reached out and ruffled her hair.
“Hey, don’t just nod. Will you wait for me?”
His question sounded casual, but Audrey felt it was somewhat probing.
Audrey hesitated for a moment. Then she replied honestly, “I don’t know how long it will take me to finish here. If it’s too late…”
“It won’t be too late,” Henley interrupted.
The sporadic light shone on his handsome face, making him look even gentler.
He obviously didn’t want to give Audrey a chance to refuse.
“It will be too boring to go back alone. I won’t have anyone to talk to, and I may get sleepy while driving. So, will you wait for me?”
Audrey couldn’t bring herself to turn Henley down, so with a hint of reluctance, she agreed to call him later.
Once Henley departed, Audrey called for a taxi and set off directly for the cemetery.
This rural cemetery, unlike the orderly urban ones, was a patchwork of simple dirt graves. Nonetheless, Audrey had ensured her grandmother’s resting place was marked with a tombstone.
Upon discovering the tombstone smeared with red paint, rage surged through Audrey, shaking her to the core.
She paid a visit to a nearby family, residing close to the cemetery, and inquired about the incident.
The family, unfamiliar with Audrey, remembered her grandmother well.
Learning Audrey was her descendant, they revealed a villager was responsible, claiming an unsettled debt.
This villager, they said, had faced their attempts to mediate, but his troublesome reputation prevented further confrontation.
Audrey, unaware of any debts her grandmother might have had, was filled with increasing exasperation. Yet, cleaning the defiled tombstone took precedence.
She borrowed cleaning tools from the family and set to work on the grave, tears accompanying her efforts.
With resolve hardening amidst her grief, she silently pledged to seek justice for her grandmother.
After restoring the grave’s dignity, Audrey entrusted the family with two thousand dollars, assigning them the care of the site and requesting updates on any troubles.
The family accepted, their own financial straits binding them to this place.
Audrey then obtained the address of the villager and began her search in town.
But before she could locate him, a call from Mrs. Barton, her neighbor, interrupted, informing her of a mob intent on demolishing her house, with even the property’s owner on site.
Rushing to the scene, Audrey arrived to find a throng of people and the police already engaged.
The property’s owner, spotting Audrey, sourly declared, “Audrey, we are neighbors. We bought this house from your uncle. You wanted to rent it and we’ve agreed. But your collusion with your uncle has led to deception. We don’t want to rent to you now. Make it clear to everyone that you and your uncle have no claims here.”
Confusion gripped Audrey.