Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
The maid looked down and said, “Oh, here is the healing medicine.
I’m going to give it to madam.”
“She got hurt again?” His eyebrows knitted in confusion.
The maid was surprised.
“Yes, didn’t you see it already? When you two arrived, I saw her feet were bleeding.”
Cornell was stunned for a moment.
Audrey’s feet were injured?
Damn it! How could he not have noticed that?
“One more thing, sir,” the maid continued as she saw Cornell Look up to the bedroom door.
“Actually, Ms. Murray stopped by this afternoon.
They chatted for a while before madam went out.”
Ms. Murray? So Cecilia came here while he was at work?
In the afternoon, Matteo only said that the maid had called to tell him that Audrey had gone out.
He wasn’t informed of Cecilia’s visit.
The security at Serenity Villas was tight. Cecilia must have had the driver bring her in.
Cornell frowned.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“I didn’t think it was important back then,” she replied honestly.
“A visitor came here and you say it’s not important? Listen, I want to know every single detail that has to do with my wife. Understand?”
Cornell said with a stern countenance.
The nurse nodded hard.
“Okay, sir. Please excuse me, I need to go treat her wounds.”
“I’ll handle it, Cornell commanded, stretching out his hand for the medicine box.
Back in the bedroom, Audrey got out of bed and got changed after taking off what was left of her dress. She felt a sharp pain in her feet.
She lowered her head to check. The cut reopened again, and the gauze was already soaked with blood.
She squatted helplessly.
She used to be a girl with pride. Countless times, she went up national stages and received praise from teachers.
Now, she had been reduced to something else just because she fell for a man.
She hugged herself tightly and buried her face in her knees.
How did she turn herself in such a condition? Why did she make herself miserable for a man?
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
Audrey thought it was the maid.
With her head bowed, she said in a nasal voice, “I don’t want to eat tonight. I just want to be left alone.”
Cornell stood in place, his long and straight eyelashes covering the emotions in his eyes.
At this moment, Audrey looked nothing like the wild cat who had fought him off minutes ago. She was now like a fragile and beautiful doll that was downtrodden.
The windows were still open, letting the cold wind in. The wind froze Cornell’s emphatic expression and also tore a gap in his heart.
He was filled with regret for the first time.
Did he hurt her while he was so rough with her? Oh, no!
Thinking of this, Cornell quickly walked over and gently carried her to the bed.
Audrey still thought it was the maid. When she felt someone approaching her, she lazily said, “I really don’t want…”
However, Cornell’s familiar scent hit her nose before she could finish her words. She looked up and her eyes fell on his handsome face. She was flustered and reached out to push him.
He grabbed her wrist gently and said, “Keep still. I just want to change the dressings for you.”
Audrey was stunned.
She didn’t know what was going on.
She watched as a pair of beautiful hands held her feet gently and removed the gauze on them slowly.
Confusion clouded her mind and she blurted out what was on her mind, “Hey, ghost! What did you do to Cornell?”
Cornell chuckled and raised his eyebrows at her.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Cornell was behaving strangely. Audrey couldn’t think of anything else to explain his behavior.
An idea flashed through her head all of a sudden. With that thought, she pulled back her feet warily and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt.
“You are up to something, aren’t you?”
As soon as she finished speaking, she frowned and covered her mouth right away.
Cornell’s expression changed at her words.
Soon, Cornell’s handsome face turned normal and his voice was indifferent.
“Don’t worry. I won’t make you do that.”
“Do what?” Audrey muttered with her hand still over her mouth.
The noisy wind drowned their voices a little.
His stare was intense as he amorously said, “I won’t make you use your…”
“Shush!” Audrey had heard enough. She covered his mouth with her hand.
His soft lips felt so warm against her palm.
Audrey took her hand back as if she was scalded.
Cornell’s eyes dimmed for a moment. He pulled a chair over, placed the medicine box on it, and then sat on the edge of the bed. He took out the disinfectant pad to gently wipe the wound and then picked a cool ointment to apply before wrapping it with gauze.
“Did Cecilia come here this afternoon?” he asked.
Audrey scowled a little, blaming him for the unexpected visitor earlier.
Although he didn’t receive an answer, he continued, “What did she say to you?”
Audrey forced a smile and replied, “She asked when we would get divorced.”
This didn’t come as a surprise to Cornell. He knew Cecilia wanted to be his wife so bad.
“Cecilia was a spoiled kid. She became gravely ill years back and fell into depression. She hardly cares about people’s feelings. I advise you to try to avoid her as much as possible.”
Depression? Audrey wouldn’t call Cecilia depressed, and bitchy was the correct word, given Cecilia’s behavior.
Besides, being depressed was no excuse to treat others like trash.
Audrey ditched her smile and rolled her eyes.
“You know what she wants, Cornell. Once our divorce is finalized, I won’t see either of you again. So, why should I avoid her?”
Cornell’s expression became slightly unpleasant.
Audrey ignored it.
“After I get these stitches out, I’ll go speak to your mother. Rest assured I will convince her to agree to our divorce.”
Thinking of the hickey on Cecilia’s neck, Reagan felt so disgusted as if she had eaten a fly.