Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Cornell was rendered speechless by her words.
After a while, he laughed angrily and said in a low voice, “Have you recovered so much that you started looking for a new man? In that case, I will give you ten million dollars. Will you make love to me in any position I want?”
Cornell’s words were harsher than Audrey’s. It was Like he was saying she was a whore.
“Cornell, you are such a bastard.”
Audrey’s eyes turned red. She hated herself for not using more cruel words. She should have cursed him harder.
When Cornell saw her red eyes, mixed emotions surged in his heart.
He felt sorry for her, but he hated her at the same time.
But he tried his best to suppress those emotions and said coldly, “I’m not a good person. In fact, I never was. It’s not too late for you to get to know me again.”
Then he lowered his head and kissed her again. He was like a wild beast, sucking and nibbling her neck and collarbone regardless of anything.
Audrey still felt pain in her lower abdomen, and her whole body was shaking. She couldn’t resist.
Cornell’s eyes were red, and his whole body was burning. He hadn’t had sex with her for a long time. At this moment, he felt like a beast was awakened inside him, and he could not restrain it.
He tried to pull her nightgown, which was the only obstacle. But when he looked up, he saw that her face was full of tears.
At this moment, his heart seemed to be stirred by something. His eyebrows trembled uncontrollably.
But when he thought of how much she disdained her, he couldn’t help sneering, “Are you scared now? Wasn’t you very powerful when you gave me two hundred dollars before?”
Being reminded of the two hundred dollars made him even angrier.
She dared to call him a gigolo, who was only worth two hundred dollars.
If he was really a two-hundred-dollar gigolo, countless women would swarm to him.
Only Audrey didn’t cherish him at all.
At the thought of this, he said bitterly, “I should do something worth two hundred bucks.”
The discomfort in Audrey’s abdomen made her feel terrible. She didn’t want to argue with Cornell anymore.
She clutched her throbbing abdomen, buried her head on the sofa, and curled up her body. She said with difficulty, “My stomach… It hurts…”
The expression on Cornell’s face suddenly changed upon seeing her like this.
He bent down, picked her up without hesitation, and walked out of the room.
Audrey clutched his sleeve tightly. Her pale face was covered in cold sweat.
“Put me down. I’m going to the bathroom…”
“No. We’re going to the hospital,” Cornell firmly refused.
“I… It’s my period…” Audrey pursed her lips and explained weakly.
“Put me down. Let me go to the bathroom.”
Cornell stopped in his tracks, but he didn’t put her down. Then he walked to the bathroom with her in his arms.
He pushed the door open with his elbow, put her down, and reached out to lift the hem of her dress.
Audrey was so frightened that she grabbed his sleeve tightly and asked, “What are you doing?”
Cornell looked at her with a frown.
“Can you do it yourself?”
Audrey looked at him speechlessly.
Of course, there was no need for him to help her take off her underwear.
Her face flushed, and her ears were red, too. She lowered her head and said, “Get out.”
Cornell didn’t insist. He turned around and went out of the bathroom.
While waiting outside, the painkillers Audrey ordered had arrived.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Before Audrey could step out, Cornell rushed over and picked her up.
She was so startled that she subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Cornell. .
“I’ll take you to the bed,” Cornell interrupted her.
Audrey still had some discomfort, so she didn’t struggle.
Cornell put her on the bed and removed her slippers. Then he handed her the painkiller and a glass of water.
But the painkiller didn’t work soon. Audrey curled up in bed, clutching her belly weakly.
Cornell picked up a pillow and put it behind her. He helped her adjust to a comfortable position, looked down at her, and asked, “Did it also hurt like this before?”
Audrey whispered gently, “It’s not that big of a deal.”
In the past, she had also struggled with dysmenorrhea, but she would always take precautions ahead of time. However, she had never told Cornell about it, so he remained unaware.
Additionally, every time she was on her period, she would seek solace in the embrace of Cornell, finding comfort in his warmth.
This time, it caught her completely off guard, and she wasn’t prepared. Plus, she hadn’t been sleeping well since the miscarriage, so the pain was particularly intense.
Looking down, she noticed a reddish stain on Cornell’s sleeve. Her cheeks instantly flushed, and she pointed at it, saying, “Your sleeve is stained. Let me wash it for you.”
Cornell looked down and saw the stain.
However, he didn’t look fazed. To her surprise, he simply nodded and casually replied, “It’s alright. I’ll just take a shower.”
As she watched him head toward the bathroom, Audrey lowered her long eyelashes, her mind swirling with confusion.
She was aware of Cornell’s obsession with cleanliness. Any stain on his clothes usually puts him in a foul mood.
But now, he seemed uncharacteristically nonchalant about it.
As she thought of this, Audrey began to feel sleepy, and it wasn’t long before the effects of the medication kicked in, sending her off to sleep.
In the dead of night, Audrey turned over and felt something on the bed.
Startled, she opened her eyes, only to discover that there was someone else on her bed.
Audrey flicked on the bedside light, only to freeze as she realized it was Cornell sleeping beside her.
He seemed to be roused from his slumber by her movements, and his dark eyes held a hint of annoyance.
“You…” Audrey wrapped herself in the quilt, her cheeks red as an apple. After hesitating for a while, she blurted out, “You, you freak!”
“What did you say?” Cornell lazily asked, seemingly half-awake.
Audrey’s face was aflame as she pointed at him and asked, “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”
Cornell glanced at himself and then answered matter-of-factly, “My clothes got stained with blood. I can’t wear them anymore.”
After saying that, he removed the quilt and put it aside, revealing his tempting six-pack.
“It’s too hot in here,” Cornell mumbled.
“What nonsense are you talking about? It’s December. Are you out of your mind?” Audrey retorted.
Cornell had an amazing physique, with his legs, abdomen, and waist all flawlessly proportioned like a supermodel. Even without clothes on, he was brimming with hormones, and now he was just wearing underwear.
Even a professional model couldn’t compete with his physique.
Audrey’s face turned even redder as she looked at him.
No wonder she had felt so warm while she was asleep.
It turned out that Cornell had been cradling her in his arms while almost naked.
“Regardless, it’s too hot in here. Do you have any problem with that?”
Cornell retorted grumpily as he got out of bed.
After a while, he came back holding a bowl, and handed it to her, saying, “Drink this.”