“Audrey.”
Chapter 143
“Oh my god, stop!” Audrey swatted his chest playfully.
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to her eyes before giving in to their closeness.
When Audrey woke up again, it was hunger that dragged her back.
Staring at the bright sunlight and unfamiliar room, she blinked blearily, disoriented by the line between dream and reality.
Then the arm around her waist tightened, a warm chest pressing into her back, and her eyes flew open in shock.
“Up?” The rough voice came from behind her, his chin rubbing against her shoulder.
“Yann!” Audrey elbowed him sharply.
She’d always admired his broad shoulders and powerful build, but now, on the receiving end of that strength, it was almost too much. Last night, over and over, she’d even blacked out once, only to wake and find him still going like he had endless energy.
He grunted, rolling onto his side. “Looks like you’re refreshed.”
Audrey laughed, half–annoyed, shoving at him. “I’m hungry.”
“Me too.”
“Yann, you’re not twenty anymore. Have some self–control!”
“After suppressing my desire this long, I’m making up for lost time.” With a quick twist, Yann flipped her on the bed.
Before she could protest, he’d pressed her shoulders down, staring at the tattoo on her lower back.
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The tattoo was a blooming gardenia.
Yann’s elegant fingers traced the stem of the flower, the tattoo inked over a scar.
“You got this from the shattered car window when you saved me,” he said firmly, his voice quivering at the end.
Back then, he’d been trapped in the wrecked car, barely conscious, when a skinny girl clambered through the shattered window, unfastened his seatbelt, and hauled him to safety.
His warm breath on her neck made Audrey shiver, her grip on the blanket tightening. “Cut the crap! If you want to have sex, just do it. Don’t leave me hanging like this.”
Audrey was still starving, but she’d become Yann’s meal once again.
When she opened her eyes again, night had fallen. She thought, ‘Yann’s ruthless! Thank god it’s Saturday. If it were a weekday, how would I show my face at work?‘
Audrey inched the blanket aside, plotting a quiet escape. She believed the asshole, Yann, would definitely use “it’s time for bed” as an excuse to keep going.
‘He might want to screw until he drops, but I want to live to see another day,‘ she thought.
The second her feet touched the floor, her legs gave way, and she crashed to the ground with a pained gasp. A hand shot out from the bed. “Where are you going?”
“Go to hell!” Audrey swatted his hand away.
Yann chuckled, lifting her into his arms. He brushed his nose against hers. “Then I’ll join you.”
“Fuck off!” Audrey kicked and squirmed, but her weak flailing felt more like a tease, reigniting Yann’s desire.
Just as Yann leaned in, footsteps creaked on the stairs.
“Calvin said you’re home. Why is it pitch black in here?” Amelia’s voice grew closer. Audrey shoved Yann off in a panic, yanking the blanket over her head.
Yann vaulted out of bed, pulling on his pajama pants as the door swung open. He stepped quickly to block the doorway. “Amelia.”
Amelia jumped, retreating a step. As a grown woman, she knew exactly what the telltale scent lingering in the room signaled.
Amelia’s eyes slowly moved from his dissatisfied expression to the patchy purple marks across his chest.
Yann thought she’d understood the situation and turned to close the door, but suddenly his ear was pinched hard.
ut with and everyone!”
“You asshole!” Amelia twisted his ear and dragged him out. “I’m
“Audrey’s such a great girl. If you couldn’t win her over, you should’ve kept trying. How dare you give up and mess around like this!” Amelia smacked his back with each sentence. “You’re wasting your good looks.”
Caught off guard by the hits, Yann grabbed her hand. “Let’s” ”
“I’ve got nothing to say to you,” Amelia snapped, but Yann pulled her toward the guest room downstairs.
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Hearing the sharp slaps, Audrey hid under the blanket and chuckled. She thought, ‘Serves him right!‘
Once their footsteps died away, she quickly grabbed her clothes, wrapped the blanket around herself, and rushed to her room.
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When Amelia realized the girl Yann had been with was Audrey, the daughter–in–law she’d always wanted, the beamed?” Now Pil have, th
before Cecilial”
“Stop causing trouble, and you might get a grandkid too,” Yann said, turning to leave.
Amelia gave him a scornful look.
Audrey changed her clothes and went downstairs like nothing had happened. “Hi, I Ms. Smollett.”
Amelia slid an emerald bracelet off her wrist and onto Audrey’s. “Good girl. From now on, no one will dare treat you badly.”
Audrey’s face, which had just cooled down, flushed hot again. “Wait, value.
‘s…”
The bracelet was clearly precious, probably with important sentimental
“Just take it,” Yann said, stepping out of the room in loose loungewear, looking relaxed and carefree.
His legs carried him down the stairs smoothly, with one hand in his pocket and the other casually resting on Audrey’s shoulder. “Amelia gave it to you. Just accept it. No need to be polite.”
Audrey turned to look at him, and he gave her a reassuring nod.
“Well, thanks, Ms. Smollett,” Audrey smiled. “About your competition with Ms. Hale…”
“Oh, I just remembered I have errands to run. I won’t disturb you two for a while.” At the mention of Cecilia, Amelia grabbed her bag and scurried out.
‘Are these two women, over 50, still this competitive?‘ Audrey wondered.
Audrey’s stomach rumbled loudly, and she rubbed it with a pout. Yann kissed her cheek before heading to the kitchen to cook.
Five minutes later, Audrey stared at the plain pasta in front of her, feeling it lacked flavor.
Yann handed her a fork. “Pasta is easy on the stomach. Finish up, and then we’ll go on.”
She nearly choked on the pasta she’d just taken a bite of.
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Audrey deliberately ate as slowly as possible. After finishing his own meal, Yann simply picked up a tablet to review company reports, not rushing her at
all.
Eventually, Audrey grew drowsy from eating and took the plates to the kitchen.
When she returned, Yann was gone from the dining room. She practically sprinted back to her bedroom and locked the door.
Audrey took a leisurely shower, but the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, she was stunned to find Yarn lying on her bed, still holding the tablet.
“How did you get in here?” she asked.
“I have keys to every room,” Yann said, glancing up at her. “We can stay here
Audrey groaned inwardly, ‘Can’t you give me a break?‘
or
go to my room–your call.”
After a long weekend, Audrey returned to Kinsia House after work on Monday. She was exhausted. Yann was like a siren, draining every bit of her energy.
As soon as her car pulled into the neighborhood, Audrey heard familiar voices arguing
“I won’t agree to a divorce! Let Lucas sue if he wants. Luna isn’t even your daughter. What are you scared of? Or is it that you still haven’t gotten over Audrey and want to remarry her?”
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“Stop making wild accusations!”
“Wild accusations? You came to Kinsia House just to see her, didn’t you? Clayton, if you’ve got the nerve to do it, why shrink from being called out?
Audrey swerved the wheel and parked i
in the nearest spot, peering through the rearview mirror. The ones arguing were Clayton and Valerie
Valerie wore a dress from the same brand Audrey had recently bought, along with a diamond necklace. Valerie was completely different from how she’d looked when she first returned to Ironhaven.
Meanwhile, Clayton, usually a neat freak obsessed with his appearance, now had a wrinkled shirt, with one hand wrapped in bandages and a briefcase slung over his arm. He looked nothing like a dignified lawyer–more like a bill collector.
Audrey stayed in the car, covering her mouth to hide a smirk as she watched the dramatic argument.
Clayton had indeed come to see Audrey.
He was now hitting dead ends everywhere, reviled by everyone. He couldn’t even work normally, let alone face repeated court summons with no time to gather evidence. Desperate, he’d begged Emilia to be his defense lawyer.
Once the trial started, lawyers could access both parties‘ detailed records. To Clayton’s shock, Audrey’s assets were staggeringly large. No wonder she’d signed the prenuptial agreement without hesitation.
He finally grasped what Wyatt had meant–he’d mistaken a pearl for a common stone. So he’d proposed divorcing Valerie, hoping to win Audrey back.
Unexpectedly, Valerie had tracked his phone and followed him to Kinsia House, refusing to let the divorce happen.
“My father saved your father’s life. Is this how you repay a benefactor?” Valerie shouted, drawing curious glances from nearby neighbors. “Someone help me judge! I’ve been married just a month, and my husband wants to abandon our child and me to be a love rat.”
“Stop talking nonsense!” Clayton stepped forward to silence her.
Valerie flinched and clutched her head as if bracing for a blow, pretending to be a frequent victim of abuse.
