Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Meanwhile, Audrey just silently observed the scene.
With a frown, Hector turned to Audrey and said, “Miss Warburton, let’s go downstairs.”
“Mr. Clement, may I have a word with Bryce alone?” Audrey requested.
After a moment’s consideration, Hector nodded.
Once Hector left, Bryce sneered.
“Don’t flatter yourself into thinking you can outsmart me. You should find out how my previous tutors quit. One even swore never to teach again.”
“Why do you reject them anyway?” Audrey calmly asked.
“You’re not here to help me. You’re all after my father,” Bryce retorted.
“I have no interest in your father.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care if you believe me or not. I’m here to be your tutor,”
Audrey stated firmly.
“If you disagree, I’m willing to meet a challenge on your term. If I succeed, you’ll cooperate.”
“You’re bold, Audrey,” Bryce said with a smirk. He then stood up and approached Audrey with a smile.
“Let’s start with a glass of juice.”
With that, he grabbed a glass of juice from a servant. Taking advantage of his height, he tilted his hand and spilled the red juice all over Audrey’s coat.
“Oops, my bad,” Bryce said with feigned innocence.
“My hand slipped.”
Audrey remained calm and composed. She pulled a piece of tissue to wipe off the juice and said, “It’s fine. Your father can afford the cleaning.”
Before exiting his room, she added, “You have three days to think about it. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll ask Mr. Clement to make you attend classes. I don’t care if you like me. My job here is to teach.”
Infuriated by her words, Bryce stormed out and yelled for his father to hear, “I don’t like her. I don’t want her as my teacher!”
Bryce’s anger was evident, a far cry from Audrey’s composure.
Meanwhile, Hector was taken aback. This was the first time Bryce had shown such frustration. Usually, it was the tutors who left the room in tears.
He noticed Audrey’s stained overcoat and apologized, “I’m sorry about that. Bryce is a spoiled kid.”
“Mr. Clement, can I ask you something?”
“Sure. Go ahead.”
“iihat’s Bryce’s current academic ranking?”
“He’s about 235th in his school.”
Audrey paused and pondered Bryce’s academic potential.
“And how many students are at the school?”
“There are exactly two hundred thirty-five students,” Hector replied nonchalantly.
Audrey was momentarily speechless.
Bryce was enrolled at an international school with a strict quota on student admissions each semester. Bryce’s enrollment was likely because of Hector’s generous donation of a building.
Audrey regained her composure and said, “I’ve reviewed your request.
You want to improve his grades before he studies abroad, right? I’m confident I can raise his scores by fifty percent in three months.
However…”
“However?” Hector urged.
“You’ll have to pay me more,” Audrey replied straightforwardly.
“Are you out of your mind?” Bryce shouted from upstairs.
Audrey merely ignored him and maintained a stoic expression.
“Sure, no problem,” Hector, amused by her bluntness, replied without hesitation. He agreed to her terms of 10@ grand per week for the lessons with extended class durations. With that settled, he arranged for a car to take her home.
Given Bryce’s weak academic foundation, increasing the study time was essential to achieve the course’s objectives.
Upon arriving at Nicole’s residence, Audrey exited the car, thanked the driver, and watched him drive away.
As Audrey turned to enter the community, the bright headlights of another vehicle shone on her, causing discomfort to her eyes.
She shielded her eyes with her hand. Then, as the headlights dimmed, a figure emerged from the vehicle and began approaching her, step by step.
When Audrey saw who was standing in front of her, her expression changed abruptly. She chose to act like she hadn’t noticed Cornell and headed upstairs.
Cornell blocked her path, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, unmoving as if he were a statue.
“Who sent you back just now?” Cornell asked with a gloomy expression.
“That’s none of your business,” Audrey responded coldly.
Sensing her anger, Cornell decided to change the subject, asking, “Why did you move out?”
Audrey was momentarily at a loss for words when she heard his question. However, she decided to sidestep him in an attempt to head upstairs.
But then, Cornell grabbed her wrist, his tone unfriendly as he said, “We need to talk.”
His touch reminded Audrey of the memories of the previous night, making her stiffen.
She pulled her hand away and demanded, “Let go of me.”
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Although Cornell’s heart ached, he complied. However, he stepped in front of the door and blocked her path.
He asked in a Low voice, “Audrey, can’t you at least tell me why you moved?”
“Why should I tell you?” Audrey asked, her confusion mingled with annoyance. She couldn’t fathom how he always managed to locate her, no matter where she went.
She pulled out her phone and displayed a picture, her voice laced with sarcasm as she said to Cornell, “Mr. Clement, are you familiar with this divorce certificate?”
Unexpectedly, Cornell’s face darkened at the sight of the photo.
He never thought she would keep a photo of their divorce certificate on her phone to wield against him at any moment.
It was a ruthless move that cut deep.
Cornell felt heartbroken. He looked at her and said, “Audrey, don’t do this to me.”
“The same to you.” Audrey’s use of the word only seemed to create a greater distance between them.
“We are already divorced. Mr. Clement, I don’t understand why you’re still acting this way. Is it for fun? Is the Clement Group about to go bankrupt? Why are you so idle?”
Cornell was speechless with anger.
Audrey turned away and headed upstairs, with Cornell following closely behind.
She stopped, looked at him, and said, “Stop following me.”
But Cornell remained resolute, meeting her eyes with determination.
When the elevator doors opened, Audrey stepped inside. She stared into Cornell’s eyes and warned him, “If you keep following me, I’ll have no choice but to call the police.”
Without hesitation, she pressed the elevator button.
As the doors were about to close, a hand pushed through, forcing them to reopen.
Cornell’s handsome face exuded cold determination. He wasted no time, pressing Audrey against the elevator wall and kissing her passionately.
Her lips were delicate, and her waist was far too slender. Cornell held her and stood a safe distance from the elevator walls, afraid that the cold might hurt her.
He held her close, and she had no choice but to tilt her head to allow their kiss to deepen.
Audrey was powerless to resist his kiss and trembled.