Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Cornell’s grip relaxed as he looked up at Audrey, his face turning solemn. “Did he take your blood?”
Regaining her composure, Audrey nodded and showed him her finger.
“Yeah, he did.” The small prick on her finger was almost invisible now.
A chill went through Cornell.
“Take a seat here for a bit.” Cornell carefully placed his expensive jacket on the ground for Audrey to sit on before turning back with a serious look on his face.
“Where’s the blood?” Cornell demanded.
The man shook under Cornell’s intense gaze, realizing he was facing someone just as daunting. “I don’t know…”
Before he could finish, a threatening look crossed Cornell’s face.
Cornell’s fancy shoe pressed down hard on the sleazy man’s mouth, turning his words into muffled cries.
With eyes as dark as the night, Cornell glared at the man, shifting his weight slightly to deliver a warning. “Think hard before you talk.”
Overcome with fear, the man nearly peed himself. Facing Cornell’s menacing presence, he knew his miserable end was coming, whether he spoke up or not. The person behind all this was much more terrifying than Cornell could ever be.
“My partner took the blood. He’s out in the car waiting!” the man blurted out, subdued by the palpable terror.
Cornell gestured at Matteo, who wasted no time in sending someone to check things out.
Matteo took control and firmly grabbed the man, pressing him for answers. “Who’s your contact, and why did you need the blood?”
The man was genuinely clueless. He had never met his contact, only connecting via phone. He had no idea about the cause behind taking Audrey’s blood.
After watching the man for a short while, Cornell decided he didn’t know anything important. He ordered expressionlessly, “Keep him here until we turn him over to the police.”
Then, Cornell gently picked up Audrey, cradling her carefully as if she was something precious, careful not to shake her.
The cut on Cornell’s arm opened up under the strain, bleeding openly, drops of blood hitting the floor.
It wasn’t until they were seated in the car that Audrey noticed his injury, expressing shock, “Your hand…”
“It’s nothing serious,” Cornell reassured her, his eyes filled with urgency, urging the driver to hurry.
Then, out of nowhere, there was a yell. “Stop right there!”
The man had somehow produced a spray, blinding Matteo before attempting to flee.
Audrey stared in shock as the man jumped over a railing.
The next second, a loud tire screech echoed, and the man was flung into the air, landing with a thud.
Before Audrey could fully understand what happened, Cornell was quick to cover her eyes, whispering, “Don’t look.”
The aftermath outside was horrifying, with the man’s body torn apart and unrecognizable.
Matteo, barely able to see, immediately had his men to apprehend the hit-and-run driver.
Cornell, with a determined look, ordered, “Once you’ve handed him to the police, dig into the driver’s past.”
It appeared the crash wasn’t an accident but a calculated act, possibly to silence the man for good. The person orchestrating this remained unknown. Cornell’s face hardened with resolve. He was determined to thwart the other party’s schemes at every turn.
Instead of rushing Audrey to the hospital, Cornell chose Luis’ lab for its cutting-edge technology and quicker test results.
There, Audrey went through an extensive evaluation, including tests for any infections from the needle prick on her finger.
Outside the room Audrey was in.
Luis examined the cut on Cornell’s arm, his brow creased with concern.
“Good thing the knife wasn’t poisoned. You worry so much about Audrey, yet you don’t seem to care about yourself at all.”
Cornell simply shrugged. “I am tough enough.”
Cornell would protect Audrey from poison or anything else, without a second thought. It was an instinct, not something he would argue about.
After Luis had treated and bandaged Cornell’s wound, he became serious. “There’s something off with your blood test. We need to see a specialist who’ll be back at the base in two weeks.”
Cornell just nodded. “Got it.”
But Luis was worried by Cornell’s laid-back response and pressed on, “Please, take this seriously. I’m really worried.”
Luis had his doubts about the blood test results being so straightforward, suspecting there was more to the irregularity, a mystery he hadn’t figured out yet.
The more Luis thought about it, the more agitated he got, mumbling, “Cecilia has really gone too far this time, resorting to the extremes of pricking you.”
Luis marveled at the lengths a woman could go for in the name of love.
“Keep your voice down, Cornell warned Luis, not wanting Audrey to worry about him.
“What were you discussing?” Audrey walked out after her check-up, catching the tail end of their conversation.
The room went quiet.
Looking curious, Audrey asked Luis, “Who did Cecilia prick?”
Luis instinctively turned to Cornell at Audrey’s question.
Noticing Cornell’s subtle signal, Luis responded swiftly, “We were just talking about a police report regarding a syringe found nearby. They think Cecilia might have planned to use it for something bad.”
Audrey felt doubtful but Cornell shifted the conversation before she could ask further.
Settling down on the couch, Audrey noticed the bandage-covered wound on Cornell’s arm, vividly recalling his severe bleeding. Her concern got the better of her, prompting her to ask, “Is your arm okay now? Does it still hurt?”
Cornell looked at her intently, raising an eyebrow, and said, “Are you concerned about me?”
His voice was deep and soothing, unexpectedly gentle.
Audrey felt her cheeks heat up but nodded anyway. Considering he had helped her again, expressing worry seemed the right thing to do…
A sense of satisfaction bloomed within Cornell, feeling the wound was worth it if it meant earning a spot in her thoughts. He offered her a small smile. “It’s just a minor cut.”
Audrey expressed her skepticism, “Minor? You bled quite a bit…”
Cornell explained, “I shielded most of it with my elbow, so it wasn’t deep. It’s healing well, and stitches weren’t needed.”
Then, he lightly pinched her cheek, trying to ease her mind. “Don’t fret about it.”
Feeling the warmth from his touch, Audrey looked away, trying to hide her flustered mind.
Cornell, finding her reaction amusing, teased her, “Come on. You’re not concerned about me?”
He seemed confident in her answer.
Defiant yet embarrassed, Audrey retorted, “Who cares about you?”
Yet, Cornell, catching her avoidant look, found her denial charming.
Holding her face gently, he asked softly, “You’re sure you’re not worried about me?”
His deep gaze reflected Audrey’s blushing face, her pulse quickening.
With a gentle tap on her chin, Cornell teased, “You always denies your feelings…”
His teasing tone heightened Audrey’s embarrassment. “Stop making assumptions!” she blurted out, trying to get up to escape the increasingly heated atmosphere.
“Why rush off?” Cornell grabbed her hand, causing her to tumble onto his lap inadvertently.
“Ouch!” Audrey exclaimed.
The warmth from Cornell’s legs was intense, stirring an unexpected reaction in Audrey to pull away.
Yet, Cornell’s grip brought her closer, positioning her sideways against him.
Caught off guard, Audrey instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
In front of them was a large glass window, acting like a mirror that reflected their intimate images back at them.
Cornell’s hand was stabilizing Audrey’s hip, while his injured arm loosely encircled her waist.
Audrey found themselves in a pose that was bound to quicken pulses.
As Cornell caught sight of her reddening ears, he felt an urge, his look becoming more intense. “I wasn’t exaggerating,” he whispered.
“You are incredibly soft…”