Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Soon enough, her lips felt both numb and sore.
Cornell was drenched from the rain. But as their bodies pressed together, Audrey could feel the warmth of his body.
The contrasting sensations of cold and warmth seemed to stir her desire.
Even though the driver was no longer young, the scene playing out in his backseat made him uneasy. Unable to do anything, he just closed his eyes and pretended to see nothing.
The silence in the car made the sounds of their intimacy all the more audible.
Right when Audrey was about to groan from the pain, Cornell Loosened his grip on her chin.
Then, he laid half of his body over Audrey’s.
Almost instinctively, Audrey caught Cornell in her arms, but a sense of unease crept in.
That was when she noticed the blood oozing from the back of his neck, which dripped on her hand.
Her eyes widened in shock, and she said to the driver in a trembling voice, “Drive us to the hospital. Hurry up!”
Lying on the hospital bed, Cornell was running a fever. Standing in the rain for so long had infected his wound.
Before leaving, Luis turned to Audrey and said, “I know you might find it hard to believe, but Cornell genuinely cares for you.”
Luis understood Cornell’s complicated history. When Cornell was little, his parents had separated, leaving him starved for parental affection. This left him clueless about how to navigate a relationship with a woman and ashamed to admit his feelings.
However, Luis wasn’t fooled by Cornell’s seemingly indifferent behavior. He knew deep down that Cornell did care about Audrey.
As Audrey sat at the edge of the hospital bed and stared at Cornell’s pallid face, a myriad of emotions washed over her.
Could Cornell really care about her?
If so, why did he treat her like that? Why did he do those things to break her heart?
But if he did not care about her, then why could he be unwilling to get a divorce and even protect her with all his might?
Lost in these thoughts, Audrey eventually dozed off on the edge of the bed.
Outside the room, Jarrod and Luis hung around, smoking cigarettes in the corridor.
It was Luis who first broke the silence.
“Don’t you think you’re being too harsh on the Lawrence family? I saw Nicole send her father to the emergency room. Her knees were scraped up, and she was missing a shoe.”
Jarrod, his handsome face shrouded in cigarette smoke, said nothing.
Luis snuffed out his cigarette and gave Jarrod a probing look.
“Look, I understand you. I don’t mind helping you deal with them. Those bastards deserve it. But, truth be told, the biggest fault of the Lawrence family was calling off the engagement. As parents, it’s only right for them to care about Nicole’s future. Don’t you think it’s a bit too much to treat them like this?
Plus, your wedding is in two weeks, and you still can’t let go of Nicole. She’ll be in trouble if your fianc?e finds out about this.
Luis knew how formidable Jarrod’s fianc?e could be, especially when it came to dealing with her rivals.
And because Jarrod was so enamored with her, nobody dared to cross her.
That young woman was sharp as a tack. Therefore, it was no wonder she crossed paths with a man like Jarrod and saved him, even though it was in the most unlikely place.
Back then, when Jarrod was abroad, if it weren’t for his fianc?e, he would have suffered for a few more years and be unable to turn over so soon.
Despite Luis’ reasoning, Jarrod remained unswayed.
“It’s none of your business,” he retorted icily.
As soon as he said these words, he turned to his heel and left.
Luis had never walked through the muck or been dragged through the dirt. So, he could not grasp the depth of resentment boiling in Jarrod’s heart.
Jarrod despised Nicole for how easily she had given up on him and their shared past back then.
In the darkness of the night, the scar on Jarrod’s forehead seemed even more menacing.
As he gazed at the motionless figure in the ICU, he felt nothing.
Without a word, he pushed the door open.
In the hospital ward, Nicole exhaled in relief when the doctor informed her that her father was no longer in immediate danger.
Even though her own life was a tangled web, she pushed aside her worries to be at her father’s bedside.
Every time she looked at his gray hair, Nicole hated herself even more.
Her father was so old yet he still paid for her mistakes.
Nicole had messed up big time when she hired a guy to rile up Jarrod.
But Jarrod was getting married in ten days. Why was he still toying with her? Did he want to keep her on the side like some sort of twisted love trophy even after he got married?
This thought made Nicole sick.
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Falling head over heels for a scumbag like Jarrod was the biggest mistake she had ever made in her life.
Once the good news about her dad sunk in, Nicole started feeling a wave of exhaustion.
But then, a sudden chill raced down her spine. Before she knew it, she felt a hand grab her waist and pull her onto a man’s lap.
When she saw who he was, her eyes widened and her hair stood on its end.
Jarrod’s eyes narrowed when he saw the fear widening Nicole’s eyes.
She was terrified of him. And, for some reason, this very much pleased him.
“Why are you here?” Nicole asked in a trembling voice.
Jarrod sneered and let his fingers trace her face.
“What can’t I be here, honey?”
In days gone by, Jarrod would smile at her in the most endearing way, like the sun breaking through the clouds. His face always seemed so warm and inviting.
Now, however, a scar marred his forehead, and his hair had a spiky, rebellious look. The man sitting before her seemed colder and more sinister as if he had evolved in the worst way possible.
The curve of his lips sent a shiver down her spine.
“Why isn’t your dad awake yet?” Jarrod asked, though he did not sound genuinely concerned about her father’s well-being.
“What do you want, Jarrod?” Nicole cautiously asked.
Jarrod caressed her lips with his thumb and grinned.
“Apart from sleeping with you, what else could I possibly want?”
His words might have been flippant, but Nicole felt anything but embarrassed. She knew firsthand how much more shameless Jarrod could be behind closed doors, especially in bed.
With a stern expression, Nicole reminded him in a hushed voice, “Behave yourself. We’re in a hospital.”
Jarrod just arched an eyebrow, with lust dancing in his eyes.
“And?
So what?”
“No, not here. My father’s right here. We can’t…”
Nicole’s eyes turned red with tears. Instead of showing any sign of pity for Nicole, Jarrod gripped her even harder.
“You!” Nicole took a sharp breath and shot a warning look at Jarrod.
Jarrod, still wearing that unsettling smile, gripped Nicole even more and sardonically asked, “What’s the matter?”
Despite the pain, Nicole managed to suppress herself from letting out a cry of pain.
She pulled herself together and implored in a trembling voice, “Please, Jarrod… Don’t do this… Not in front of my father.
Her pleas only fell on Jarrod’s deaf ear. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “Why? Don’t you like it?”
Nicole’s cheeks flushed. However, it was not from pleasure but from humiliation at what they were doing in her father’s presence.
“Jarrod, how can you be so shameless? You jerk!” she burst out.