Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
He was gentle and thorough.
Audrey felt a sweet warmth from his care, aside from those intimate moments when he overpowered her pleas and teased her without mercy.
At all other times, Cornell was incredibly thoughtful, kind, and protective.
Holding her closely, Cornell seemed to find it hard to let go, his lips lightly touching her cheek as he asked in a deep voice, “Will you wait for me tonight?”
Audrey felt her cheeks warm as she gently refused. “No, not tonight.”
The memories of her recent passionate moments with Cornell left her body tender and aching, prompting a mix of admiration and bewilderment at how instinctively men seemed to navigate the waters of pleasure.
Though Audrey found these moments enjoyable at times, the frequency overwhelmed her.
Cornell had a way of calling Audrey fragile in the past, always taking care to lift her spirits and ensure she felt cherished before they got carried away.
“It won’t take long.” Cornell tried to persuade her with a hint of coaxing in his voice, “What about tonight?”
Cornell had spent a significant amount of time trying to uplift Audrey’s mood earlier, and having only skimmed the surface of their connection, he was left craving more.
“I need to get back to Janey.” Audrey stood firm in her decision.
Unfazed, Cornell proposed, “Then I’ll come to your villa.”
But Audrey was adamant. “No, let’s not.” The intensity of Cornell’s endurance amid passionate moments, while thrilling, also sparked a fear in her of what it might escalate into, something beyond mere playful teasing.
Noticing Cornell’s look of disappointment, Audrey battled with a sense of guilt. He had been considerate, holding back to ensure she had a wonderful time, and here she was, possibly being too rigid in her stance. “Maybe I’m being too stern,” she pondered, second-guessing her refusal.
“Tomorrow night,” Audrey suggested, her cheeks coloring with a warm flush. “Come to my villa tomorrow. I want to properly introduce you to Janey.”
Cornell’s expression brightened instantly, his voice wavering with emotion as he asked, “You’re willing?”
“Yes, I think it’s time Janey knew you’re her biological father.”
Despite Janey’s tendency to call Cornell “Daddy”, she would switch the way to address Cornell at any sign of Audrey’s disapproval, a situation that invariably pulled at Audrey’s heart.
The truth that Cornell was indeed Janey’s father, in every legal and emotional sense, was something Janey was unaware of. Audrey felt a pressing need to clarify this truth.
Cornell’s hug grew firmer, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you, my love.” He had longed for this acknowledgment, holding his silence out of respect for Audrey’s pace, all the while harboring a deep desire for it. “I vow to be a good father for Janey and a good partner for you, to love and protect both of you, always.”
The future held many unknowns, but at that instant, Audrey felt enveloped in a profound sense of warmth and possibility, leaving her without words.
Insisting on a gesture of care, Cornell accompanied Audrey to the garage, uneasy at the thought of her leaving alone.
Audrey took care to keep her face hidden, likely conscious of the potential for curious eyes among the staff to speculate about her and Cornell’s private moments.
As Cornell and Audrey took the elevator, they ran into Devonte, who had been roaming the office floors. His wandering was not without purpose. He had stumbled upon someone who captivated his interest, a person with a unique allure that he found particularly striking.
Regrettably for Devonte, her interest was nowhere to be found, and she eyed him with a cautious wariness, as though he posed some sort of risk.
Upon spotting Cornell with Audrey, who attempted to maintain a low profile in her long coat, Devonte’s keen observation skills didn’t fail him. Their previous business interactions had made Audrey a recognizable figure to him.
Despite the stern look Cornell shot his way, Devonte couldn’t help but address Audrey with a playful note in his voice. “Miss Foster, it seems Cornell’s ‘business’ was actually you.”
Audrey’s face was a picture of embarrassment, flushed a deep shade of red. She managed a faltering response. “Mr. Frazier, what a coincidence.”
Devonte, always ready with a quip, narrowed his eyes and commented, “Yeah. It’s reassuring to see you both in such harmony.”
Sensing Audrey’s discomfort, Cornell stepped in, especially as Devonte showed no signs of backing off from sharing their elevator ride. “Perhaps the next one for you.”
Devonte, who had been eager to follow and press Cornell for details about the woman he’d spotted earlier, reluctantly decided to hold back, perhaps out of concern that Cornell would shut down any further inquiries.
As the elevator doors sealed them off from Devonte, Cornell drew Audrey closer by the waist, his voice a comforting rumble. “Don’t fret. Devonte’s just being playful. He’s not one to gossip.”
Overwhelmed and still reeling from the encounter, Audrey asserted, “I won’t come back here.”
The thought was too embarrassing. She was tormented by the idea that the entire company might be whispering about her visit and her activities within.
Cornell, his hand resting reassuringly on her waist, suggested nonchalantly, “Next time, take this elevator straight to the parking lot. That way, no one will catch sight of you.”
“No!” The protest came swiftly from Audrey, her embarrassment not yet faded. Hadn’t this experience been enough? How could he even consider repeating it?
Cornell, ever the tease, gave her waist a playful pinch. “Why not? Wasn’t I attentive to your comfort earlier?”
Audrey’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “Stop teasing.” She knew he was saying so deliberately. Amid the intimate moments just now, he insisted on having her moaning. Now, just thinking about it made her wish she could vanish.
Cornell was aware that she’d had such a great time just now. She had let go of her inhibitions more than ever before. His approach had, in his view, paid off.
In Cornell’s opinion, if one partner remained reserved, only the other truly enjoyed the encounter. Encouraging Audrey to open up had made their moments together more fulfilling for both.
Reflecting on their shared experiences, Cornell couldn’t resist making another provocative suggestion, “Next time, why don’t you come over at night? The view through the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows is particularly striking after dark…”
The implication made Audrey’s heart race, and she could barely stammer. “You…”
The elevator reached their floor and the doors opened. With a playful squeeze of her cheek, Cornell took her hand. “Let’s go.”
Outside, they found Victor waiting by the car.
Victor had finished her duties and was back on watch. The previous bodyguards failed to enter certain places like the lady’s restroom, making Victor’s presence unreplaceable for Audrey’s safety.
While Cornell had his reservations about Victor, he recognized her proficiency in ensuring Audrey’s safety.
Victor received a serious glance from Cornell. “Keep your eyes open.”
Victor responded with a firm nod, “Understood, sir.”
Cornell lingered until Audrey’s car was out of sight. Only then did he make his way back to the elevator.
As the elevator closed behind Cornell, another vehicle discreetly trailed after Audrey’s, maintaining a distance yet following her all the way to her villa.
This car, shrouded in secrecy, managed to capture some photographs before sending them off.
Far away, in a mansion overlooking the North Pacific, Davey reviewed the received photos with a click of his tongue. “She certainly takes after her mother,” he noted, recalling Katie’s grievances about Audrey being an obstacle.
His next command was chilling. “Make it seem accidental, but ensure it’s clean.”
Davey’s motives weren’t driven by any personal vendetta on behalf of Katie but rather his disdain for Casey’s offspring with Mr. Foster.
When asked about Audrey’s child, Davey’s tone turned icy. “Handle them together.”
Davey could not tolerate the thought of Casey being “contaminated” by the existence of Audrey and Janey.
Erick, mot being Casey’s biological child, did not factor into Davey’s concerns.
However, Davey was intrigued by Mr. Foster’s decision to conceal Erick’s true identity, treating Erick no differently than his own son.
“If it was out of affection, then Mr. Foster was far too kind-hearted,” Davey pondered, considering such generosity a fatal flaw that would inevitably lead to Mr. Foster’s undoing.
Interrupting Davey’s thoughts, a servant from the basement burst into the room, visibly panicked. “Mr. Glyn, the lady, she…” The servant stammered, barely getting the words out.
Overcome with anger, Davey seized the servant by the collar, his voice thunderous. “What happened!”
As the servant gasped for air, his face turning a shade of deep blue, a sudden noise erupted.
With a forceful gesture, Davey released the servant, sending the servant sprawling to the ground.
Davey then hurried downstairs. The servant trailed behind him, struggling to catch his breath and finally managing to utter, “The lady, she’s… She’s awoken…”
Bursting into the room, Davey approached the figure lying on the bed “Casey?” he exclaimed, incredulous.
The woman in question slowly opened her eyes, her gaze clouded and uncertain. After a moment of silent assessment, she whispered, “Davey?”
Davey was struck motionless by the way Casey addressed him. His face hardened, revealing his distress.
Casey caught the change in his demeanor and looked up, confusion etched on her face. “Davey, what’s the matter?”
Regaining his composure, Davey took Casey’s hand with a softness that was out of character. “Nothing’s amiss. How are you feeling?”
Clutching her forehead, Casey’s brow creased with discomfort. “I’m not sure why, but my head is throbbing.”
Davey tenderly massaged her temples, murmuring, “Let me get a doctor to examine you.”
Casey drained of energy, could only respond with a faint “Okay.”
As Davey reached for his phone to call for a doctor, Casey, still in bed, inquired, “Davey, have you seen my parents?”
“Clang!” Davey’s phone slipped from his grasp, clattering on the floor.
Davey’s stare, intense and icy, fixed on Casey, his presence chilling.
Casey, seemingly oblivious to the tension, gently reminded him, “Davey, your phone fell.”