Chapter 164
Chapter 164
Carson suddenly heard a soft kissing sound and was stoned in place.
Soon, Audrey’s lazy voice with a hint of drunkenness came from the other end of the phone, seemingly mixed with a faint laugh. “Hello, did you want something?”
Her voice struck his eardrums like an electric current, making Carson’s heart race. He almost bounced off the bed, slipped into his slippers, and walked outside while saying, “Are you drunk? Send me your location, and I’ll come pick you up now.”
A gentle breeze ruffled Audrey’s long hair. Seeing this, Yann gently raised his hand and tucked her hair behind her ear. The two were very close, so Yann heard Carson’s voice.
After arranging Audrey’s hair, Yann turned his head to look elsewhere, as if indifferent to the phone conversation, but his slightly trembling fingers still betrayed his dissatisfaction.
Audrey tugged at Yann’s sleeve, signaling him to keep walking. “What do you want?” she asked coldly.
Carson stood in front of the wardrobe, his hand hovering above a row
Audrey’s cold and distant attitude.
clothes. His original action of picking out clothes suddenly stopped because of
He could clearly feel she wanted to maintain the distant social distance of ordinary friends or even strangers. This feeling was like a basin of ice water poured over his head, making him shiver all over.
Carson smiled bitterly and shook his head in self–deprecation, then silently walked out of the cloakroom.
He picked up the already cold coffee on the table and took a big sip without hesitation. The icy, bitter liquid flowed down his throat into his stomach, but it couldn’t soothe his depression.
He asked, “Are you planning to sell the house in Kinsia House? Did you run into trouble? If you need money, I can help you-”
Before he could finish, Audrey interrupted him unceremoniously. “No.”
She turned her head to look at Yann. His height just blocked the dazzling sunlight, so she couldn’t see the expression on his face clearly.
“How did you know I’m selling the house?” she asked Carson, and also Yann.
Yann nodded slightly at her. Audrey knew it
was his doing.
Darkshell International’s rapid entry into the top 100 must be due to high efficiency. She had just agreed to the property exchange, and news of the house sale had already spread.
Carson seemed to think of something, turned back into the cloakroom, and spoke while quickly changing into a set of clothes. “Clayton called me earlier and said you’re selling the house,
“The lawsuit between you and Clayton, the one where he sent you to Ashwood Mental Hospital before. He hopes I can get a letter of understanding from
you.
“I’ve been too busy these two days to find time to see you. He might have gotten impatient and gone to find you in person, just as the real estate agent was showing the house to buyers.”
After changing his clothes, Carson walked outside. Passing the guest room, he saw Luna’s painting. When she heard his voice, Luna Her expression was still a little dull, but her eyes were bright.
d to look at him.
Luna came over, took Carson’s hand, and wanted to show him her newly completed work. On the paper was a painting of a woman in a dress and a man in black clothes, holding a small figure between them with colored pencils.
“Did you draw Mommy and Daddy?” Carson asked with a smile without hanging up the phone.
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Luna shook her head. She picked up a colored pencil and drew a square box in the woman’s hand as if there was something inside. Then the look at him.
Carson had an idea and asked, “Did you draw Audrey and me?”
Luna nodded, chose a blue watercolor pen, and colored Audrey’s dress.
Carson stroked Luna’s head and said into the phone, “Audrey, Luna drew a picture of me and you take her to buy snacks on the pedestrian street. She
much more cheerful now. I’ll take a photo and show you.”
He took pictures of Luna’s painting and her focused expression and sent them to Audrey. However, when he switched back to the call interface, he found the phone had been hung up at some point.
“I sent your painting to Audrey. She’ll definitely love it. Stay home and be good, okay? I need to go out,” Carson told the servant to take care of Luna, changed his shoes, and went out.
When he arrived at Kinsia House, Clayton was still there. “What did she say? Why is she selling the house? Where will she live after selling it?” Clayton bombarded Carson with questions as soon as he saw him.
Carson called Clayton outside to talk. After they entered the elevator, Paul and Serena came down the stairs.
Paul asked, “Is this house for sale?”
The real estate agent was in a bad mood. The deal had just been about to close, but Clayton’s disruption made the buyers think there was a dispute with the house, so they didn’t make the payment.
He was about to lock the door when he heard someone asking about the house, so he introduced it unenthusiastically, “This house has a simple decoration, is 90% new, and can be purchased with a loan.” Then, the agent heard, “Okay, I’ll buy it.”
Clayton was pulled by Carson to the park in the community and asked again, “Why on earth is she selling the house?”
Carson took out a cigarette, popped one out, and offered it to Clayton, but Clayton didn’t take it and was eager for an answer.
Carson bit the cigarette in his mouth and lit it slowly. He had often smoked due to stress during his two years of doctoral studies but now basically quit. Smoking in front of Clayton gave him the illusion that things were very serious and bad.
Clayton suddenly clenched his fist, pulling on his
injured finger and causing a piercing pain. “Say something.”
Carson took two puffs of the cigarette and then said in a slightly hoarse voice, “Is the lawyer she hired charging a high fee?”
To seek justice, Audrey must have spent a lot of money, but her income wasn’t very high, Clayton also thought of this. Malcolm’s agency fee was calculated based on the case’s value. He wouldn’t take small disputes like theirs unless Audrey paid an exorbitant fee.
“Is she selling the house just to take revenge on me? Does she hate me that much?” There was pain and a trace of regret in Clayton’s eyes.
Carson exhaled a puff of smoke and said, “Suppose Audrey offered me her new house for free, gave me half her salary, and even stabbed you for me. Would you accept it?”
“Of course not,” Clayton blurted out without thinking. “She’s my wife. Why would she take your side?”
ure it?”
Carson shrugged with the cigarette in his mouth, his eyes full of disdain. He sneered, “If you can’t accept that, why should Audr Clayton couldn’t refute it. He couldn’t truly imagine the result of swapping roles; he only knew he couldn’t accept Audrey being good to another man. Then, Carson dropped another bombshell on him. “Since Audrey needs money, I’ll buy the house in full and lend it to her for free,” Carson said.
