Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Instead, she asked Cornell in a sugary, flirtatious tone, “If I drink this glass of wine, will you give me your contact information?”
As she spoke, the girl leaned forward provocatively, nearly revealing her ample cleavage to Cornell.
Audrey’s frown deepened at the sight. She couldn’t imagine a man Like Cornell being drawn to such vulgar people. But the next moment, she received a slap across the face.
Audrey glimpsed Cornell’s intense gaze, with a touch of daring appeal, as he casually agreed, “Sure.”
The girl hoisted her glass high into the air before draining its contents in one swift motion, her expression unchanging. After setting the glass down, she remained perfectly steady. Her ability to handle her alcohol made it clear that she frequented clubs.
Perhaps Cornell’s attractiveness and approachable demeanor allowed the girl to converse more openly. She slid her empty glass toward him and asked with a hint of pride, “What do you think?”
The dim lights played off Cornell’s sharp features, enhancing his handsome appearance
The girl flirted with her eyes. Cornell responded with a relaxed, “Not bad.”
Noticing his interest, the girl extended her hand with a smile and reminded him, “What about what you promised me?”
Their conversation flowed easily, making the bustling crowd around them seem like mere background.
Audrey gripped her hands tightly. Her nails dug into her palms as she fought to mask her growing unease.
Cornell appeared indifferent, yet he was keenly aware of his surroundings, including Audrey’s pallid complexion.
“Handsome, don’t break your promise, or you’ll embarrass me in front of my best friend.” The girl pouted.
Cornell, his long, slender fingers clasping a gilded business card, slowly raised it. Just as the girl reached for it, he teasingly withdrew his hand.
The girl spoke with a coquettish Lilt and a sweet tone. “Handsome, give it to me…”
The girl was experienced with men. She knew that the more serious they seemed, the more secretive their desires. Thus, she had developed methods for handling hypocritical men.
Yet, the refined Cornell prompted the girl to display her most charming and seductive side. She bit her lip and pleaded sweetly, “Give it to me, please…”
Her voice carried a hint of desperation and suggestiveness, bordering on the inappropriate.
Audrey frowned, unable to bear the scene any longer. She stepped forward and took her seat. She hoped that by sitting down, the girl would cease her provocative behavior.
However, a moment later, Cornell extend his fingers and slip the business card into the girl’s cleavage.
Although such crude behavior was not unexpected in a bar, it still humiliated Audrey, sitting right next to Cornell.
The girl was taken aback by Cornell’s actions. She had assumed that a man of his refined appearance would be more restrained. Blushing, she said shyly, “Handsome, you are so bad.”
She covered her mouth and gave a coquettish look, pausing at just the right moment.
Cornell’s fingers had merely brushed the business card. He had not touched the girl directly. Yet, the girl’s words made it seemed Like he had crossed a line.
Cornell crossed his legs, smiled as if to agree, and asked lightly, “What? You don’t like it?”
The girl’s cheeks flushed at his direct question. She bit her lip and whispered, “I like it…”
Cornell smiled casually and remarked, “Don’t give this card to your friend.”
“Ah…” It was then that the girl remembered her original intention had been to secure Cornell’s phone number for her friend. But now, captivated by the handsome Cornell, she had forgotten her friend entirely.
With the illusion of Cornell’s interest in her, the girl decided she would never give her friend Cornell’s number. Given his looks and wealth, she was prepared to cling to him. “Handsome, I’ll be at the hotel next door tonight,” she declared.
With a flirtatious gesture, she added, “I’ll call you later.”
Cornell merely smiled; his silence seen by onlookers as consent.
Audrey felt a sharp sting from her fingernails digging into her skin.
Though she sensed that Cornell’s actions were for a show, the thought of him with that girl filled her with revulsion.
Audrey painfully grasped Cornell’s intention for the show, drowning down those questions in her mind. He had positioned himself beside her deliberately, ensuring she saw everything and lost all hope. But his interaction with the girl was disgusting.
The girl assumed Cornell had accepted and, as she returned to her seat, she made a point to walk close past Audrey, stepping firmly on Audrey’s shoes.
The girl was wearing high heels, and the force of her stepping made Audrey cry out in pain.
Yet, the girl offered no apology. She simply walked away with a taunting smile.
“Stop!” Audrey called out sharply to the girl.
The girl halted and asked with arrogance, “What’s the matter?”
“You stepped on me,” Audrey replied.
“Did I step on you?” The girl feigned amusement and denied, “Young lady, could this be a misunderstanding? I didn’t feel a thing. I’m sure I didn’t touch you.”
Audrey was wearing black leather shoes today. Due to her pregnancy, she chose them specifically for their comfort. The quality of the black leather was excellent, designed to recover quickly from pressure. Without removing her shoes, it was hard to prove they had been stepped on.
The girl seemed aware of this and denied any wrongdoing. She pouted and said defensively, “Dear, the handsome man just spoke to me. I get that you might be jealous, but you shouldn’t accuse me falsely.”
Audrey was astounded. The nerve of the girl casting baseless accusation her way!
“You said I accuse you falsely?” Audrey asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Yes.” The girl could have simply ignored Audrey and walked away, but she reconsidered. Appearing more vulnerable might draw Cornell’s attention, possibly even an invitation to sit next to him.
Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes as she looked at Cornell and pleaded in a sweet voice, “Handsome, you have to help me…”
Audrey no Longer wanted to engage with the girl. The girl’s attire was hardly appropriate for the setting, lacking both style and quality, and it was clear she wasn’t a regular member of this club.
The girl was likely the type who needed someone to sneak her in to chase after wealthy men.
Audrey stated firmly, “Either apologize to me, or I’ll have the manager look into your membership.”
Audrey’s words instantly wiped the arrogance from the girl’s face, replacing it with panic.
The girl had indeed sneaked in. The club maintained strict standards and used facial recognition technology. If caught, she wouldn’t be able to sneak in again.
The club’s reputation was impeccable, and the girl had exploited this to her advantage before and didn’t want to be exposed. Despite her fear, she knew she couldn’t confess to stepping on Audrey, as it would ruin her impression with Cornell.
The girl rushed to get close to Cornell and attempted to grasp his hand, but he subtly avoided her touch.
Flustered yet undeterred, the girl feigned tears and pleaded, “Handsome, your friend is bullying me. Will you help me?
Audrey was stunned by the girl’s audacity to distort the truth so effortlessly. Was it not clear who the real aggressor was? If the girl hadn’t deliberately stepped on her, Audrey wouldn’t have interacted with the girl in the first place.
Cornell casually swirled the stem of his goblet between his fingers and responded in a measured tone, “It’s just a small misunderstanding. This poor girl is crying so pitifully. Miss Foster, try not to be so harsh.”
Audrey felt a chill in her heart upon hearing this. She was surprised to be painted as the aggressor in his narrative.
Audrey was no pushover and couldn’t tolerate being bullied Like this.
In a swift motion, she removed her shoes and socks, exposing her feet, and said with a sardonic laugh, “Is this also a misunderstanding?”
Audrey’s feet bore red marks, already beginning to bruise.
Most people’s skin might only show a slight redness or no visible marks after being stepped on by high heels. However, Audrey’s skin was exceptionally sensitive, much like that of a child.
Therefore, even a little mark would stay for a long time.
It was inappropriate to remove her shoes in the club, and not wanting to draw more attention, Audrey quickly slipped them back on.
The girl’s confidence faltered, visibly shaken by the evidence. She hadn’t anticipated that such a brief contact would leave a mark. With a wavering voice, she murmured, “Dear, I truly didn’t realize it. It’s really just a misunderstanding!”
“Apologize, Audrey demanded curtly, no longer interested in prolonging the discussion.”
The girl turned to Cornell, her eyes brimming with tears, conveying a delicate and pitiful appearance.
At that moment, Cornell kept his gaze lowered, maintaining a calm demeanor that betrayed no hint of his emotions.
Yet, the girl sensed an inexplicable chill from Cornell. It felt Like the biting cold of Siberia, enough to make anyone shiver.
Feeling wronged, the girl murmured, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Please forgive me…”
With those words, the girl shifted the narrative, painting herself as the victim. It was a familiar tactic for the girl, appearing innocent but manipulative.
When confronted by Audrey’s firm stance, the girl quickly showed vulnerability and pleaded dramatically, “If you’re still upset, I’ll even bow down to you. Would that satisfy you?”
Audrey was taken aback by the sudden theatrics. All she had wanted was a sincere apology, yet the girl escalated it to an emotional spectacle.
The bystanders now looked at Audrey with judgment in their eyes.
Maintaining a neutral face, Audrey tried to clarify, “All I want is…”
Audrey was about to say she only demanded an apology when Cornell cut her off with a stern, “Enough.”