Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
“Cornell, please… Don’t…”
She wanted to tell him not to stop. But her body was weak, and her mind was so confused that she couldn’t finish a sentence.
Cornell’s eyes darkened. He poked her cheek playfully.
“Don’t?”
“Cornell, you are bullying me,” Audrey said aggrievedly. Her big eyes turned red, and she was on the verge of crying.
She thought he was evil because he wouldn’t even give her a kiss this time.
She couldn’t help cursing him inwardly for being a scoundrel.
But the next moment, Cornell lowered his head again and kissed her lips, forcefully prying them open even harder than before.
That intense and overwhelming electric-like sensation surged again.
Cornell held her head in place. He looked composed and cool, but his body radiated scorching heat.
His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring it with vigor. He latched her tongue with his and sucked it with unrestrained desire.
Such a kiss made Audrey’s entire body go limp, and her tongue completely numbed.
Cornell took away her breath and voice. All she could do now was surrender to his passionate embrace.
Her mouth had nothing but his invading breath. Her lips parted slightly, and her body trembled. She fell softly into his arms.
Her senses were overwhelmed by him, making her fall in love with the feeling of making out with him.
Audrey could no longer control her desire. She boldly took the initiative, sticking out her tongue and teasing him, imitating his movements.
Her hesitant and exploring kiss made Cornell’s deep-set eyes darken even more. He was like a hungry wolf longing for food for a long time.
He paused, gently caressed her slightly parted lips with his fingertip, and murmured huskily, “Is it okay to do it in the car?”
Audrey’s eyes glazed over. She almost lost control of herself. But his voice made her feel like she was abruptly dropped from the sky, overwhelmed by a sense of weightlessness. She felt extremely uncomfortable.
When Cornell brought his slightly rough fingertips to her lips, she was speechless. And without even thinking, she opened her mouth slightly and took half his fingers into her mouth.
For a moment, Cornell lost all control of himself. He could no longer hold back a soft and throaty groan.
He watched her suck his finger. As her soft and wet tongue wrapped around it, he felt Like he was soaked in a hot spring.
At this moment, he could no longer resist.
Cornell’s eyes narrowed. He leaned closer to Audrey’s ear and whispered, “You want it.”
While they were basking in happiness, creating a beautiful and passionate scenery inside, the car sped through the dark road in the middle of the night.
Soon, the car came to a halt.
They were already in the hospital’s VIP parking lot.
Cornell reminded Audrey, “We’re here.”
Audrey’s face flushed. She said in a soft and weak voice, “We’ve been here for a while. Stop talking.”
Cornell was so amused that he couldn’t help bursting into Laughter.
They were obviously talking about different things.
“Is it enough?” he asked, freeing one hand to open the door. He coaxed Audrey in a low voice, “I’ll make you happy all night, okay?”
Before she could respond, he had already picked her up and carried her out of the car.
“Ah!” Audrey screamed in surprise, subconsciously wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
“Take me back to the car. My clothes are still inside.”
“You can get them tomorrow.”
A cold wind blew up from under her feet, making her feel a little scared.
Audrey clung to Cornell tightly. She was no different from a baby kangaroo.
Cornell understood her reaction. He lowered his head, pulled down his trench coat calmly, and carefully wrapped her tightly.
“Don’t worry.
No one will see us.”
The VIP parking lot had a private elevator and only allowed one car at a time.
Cornell’s ward was on the twelfth floor, and he was the only patient there.
As the elevator slowly ascended, the few minutes felt extremely long and torturous for Audrey.
Suddenly, the elevator dinged and stopped on the eighth floor.
Before Audrey could react, the doors opened immediately.
Audrey’s delicate face pressed against Cornell’s neck, a reaction born of sheer surprise.
A female cleaner was standing outside the elevator entrance. Because she assumed that nobody would use the elevator at this late hour of the day, she got lazy and opted to use the VIP elevator. She hadn’t expected to run into Cornell and Audrey.
Startled, the cleaner immediately began apologizing upon seeing Cornell and Audrey.
Cornell’s eyes darkened but remained silent, efficiently closing the elevator doors.
The cleaner clutched her heart, unable to shake off the image of the disheveled Audrey in Cornell’s arms. Audrey’s neck was burning hot.
The cleaner was relieved not to receive any reprimand.
Meanwhile, Audrey’s face was flushed, the shock helping to sober her up from the lingering effects of alcohol.
The impulsive actions were now sinking in, and she couldn’t escape the mental image of what they must have looked like — both thrilling and embarrassing.
After Cornell brought her into the ward, Audrey, hoping to avoid facing the situation, decided to feign sleep.
However, Cornell had other plans. He gently shook her, whispering, “Wake up. It’s time for a shower.”
Eyes shut, Audrey pretended to sleep, hoping to avoid the awkwardness.
Cornell suddenly stopped, and the room fell into silence.
Just as Audrey secretly started to rejoice, Cornell surprised her by picking her up from the couch and placing her under the warm water, tenderly helping her wash away the night’s events.
Audrey couldn’t pretend to be asleep any longer because she couldn’t stop trembling.
She gently opened her blurry eyes and internally recoiled at the intimate position. She whispered, her voice muffled by the steam, “I can handle it myself…”
Under the warm, yellow light, Cornell locked eyes with her.
He said in a low, husky voice, “I know you are tired. I can help you take a bath.”
Audrey’s cheeks turned even more crimson, and tears welled up in her eyes as she shook her head. She responded on the verge of tears, “No, I’m not tired.”
All she wanted was for him to leave as soon as possible. She would not tell him that her back was aching after their intimacy.
Cornell stared at her intently and asked in a hoarse voice, “Are you really not tired?”
Audrey angrily denied it.
“I’m not tired.”
Her soaked hair clung to her shoulders, and a delicate blush still adorned her lovely face, a lingering testament to the sexual intercourse she had just experienced. There was an implicit invitation in the air, irresistibly alluring.
“I was worried you might get tired, so…” Cornell began, leaning in and holding her hand in a dominant gesture.
He left his sentence unfinished, but the bathtub water splashed, creating an atmosphere of love and tenderness.
When the water started to get cold, Cornell reached out and turned on the warm water tap.
They spent the night together, every corner of the hospital room bore witness to the intensity and rediscovery of their love.
Cornell finally brought Audrey to the bathroom to clean her up, and she was too fatigued to refuse.
The following morning, Audrey woke up well into the afternoon.
Her body ached profoundly as if it had undergone a complete disassembly and reassembly, a weariness that surpassed the toll of staying awake for several consecutive nights.