Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 23

Audrey’s POV

The moment Blake answered. William’s thunderous voice blasted, making him pull the phone slightly away from his ear.

You brat, why did i take so long to answer? William’s voice carried clearly through the speaker, sharp with anger.

7 was busy. Blake’s tone remained usually composed, betraying nothing of the chaos from last night.

“Where are you now?‘

“At the hospital with Audrey.”

There was a brief pause, and when William spoke again, his voice had softened considerably. “How is she doing?”

“She’s fine. Just some stomach issues.”

“Then why did she vomit blood?” William’s voice was sharp with concern.

“Don’t worry, just bleeding gums.” Blake rubbed his temples wearily. “Nothing serious.

I almost laughed out. Nothing serious.

I’ve heard about what happened last night.” William’s voice turned ice cold. “Make sure Audrey gets proper rest at the hospital. Then come back to the

mansion alone. We need to have a serious talk.”

“There’s no need for that. I’ll bring her back…” Blake started, but William cut him off.

“Alone. Within thirty minutes. Let her rest.” The finality in William’s tone left no room for argument. “And Blake… you better have a good explanation for last night.”

expression darkening as he turned to me. “You heard him.” Blake’s voice was cold as ice. “Since you caused all this trouble last night, you’re coming

from the hospital bed with careful movements. “I was planning to

could see the despondency and anguish that welled up in his eyes

dried into abstract patterns across the expensive fabric, a stark reminder of how quickly things

clothes?” Feeling helpless, I looked

raised an eyebrow, and before he could respond, his phone chimed with a new message. The way his entire demeanor changed as he checked it told me exactly

“I’m really fine. Don’t worry so much,

me your medical report,” Blake demanded, his tone suddenly gentle with concern. ‘I’ll only believe you’re fine

the report right away!” Laurel’s sugary voice floated through the phone speaker. “I’ll

smile instantly disappeared as he put down the phone. “It’s just some blood. Were you

Laurel should have hurt. Instead, I found myself fighting

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saying, “Well, I surely can wear that, but It’s blood anyway. Do you think Willem will

hesitated, his brows furrowing in irritation before he strode Toward the elevator. “There’s a

shopping center, quickly picked

not having had much rest, although the pain in the stomach had

showed no sign of him. Of course – he probably had more important things to do than wait

the car, I hurried toward the shopping center’s exit. But as I passed by a jewelry store, I caught sight of him through the window – standing at the counter, examining what

watched, and the pain in my stomach began to spread anew. Without conscious thought, I found myself pushing open

I interrupted whatever the salesperson was saying. “Please wrap

snapped up. He frowned and asked, “What are

rings?” I smiled,

dropped dangerously low. “When did

maintained my smile, though it felt more like baring teeth now. “Then why are you

ahead!” Blake’s voice was cold as he turned sharply and strode out