Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Audrey POV

The moment I agreed to stay, Laurel’s transformation was instantaneost. The fears that had been threatening to fall seinätata des, replaced by a triumphant gleam that she didn’t even try to hide. With practiced grace, she melted into Bilaketaine, bee bags fo possessive intimacy.

Blake darling, how wonderful! 1 knew you’d help convince Miss Sinclair to stay!

She turned that perfectly calculated smile my way. “Miss Sinclair, thank you for agreeing to keep me company

I moved past them without acknowledgment, heading straight for the hospital room.

Blake’s frown was almost audible as he disentangled himself from Laurel’s clinging embrace. Laurel, let’s go in too.”

As soon as Blake helped Laurel back to her bed with practiced care, she spoke up, ‘Blake darling, her voice quavered with measured distress, and one hand” rose to touch her face. “I was crying… does my makeup look terrible? Am I a mess?”

I couldn’t help but notice her perfectly intact makeup in the room’s harsh fluorescent lighting. Only her eyes showed the slightest hint of redness – the kind that came from careful rubbing rather than genuine tears.

What a performance, I thought with grim amusement.

Blake’s fingers found his temples – a gesture showing his resignation. “We’ll get you cleaned up.”

When he turned to me, his expression had already shifted into that particular blend of authority and annoyance. “Get some warm water for Laurel.

The casual command hit something raw inside me. After all these things, he still thought I was that same woman who would leap to fulfill his every whim.

A cold smile touched my lips as I met his gaze. “Mr. Parker, let me be clear. I agreed to stay and chat with your precious Miss Rose. I didn’t agree to be her

servant.

he snapped, “it’s just a simple

help but marvel at how much had changed. How many nights had I waited up, warm towel ready, fresh coffee brewing, desperate to prove my worth through these little services? The memory of my own devotion left a bitter

back in my chair.

I couldn’t quite name. He stared at me longer than necessary, as if seeing

doesn’t want to help.” Laurel’s voice cut through the tension. She bit her lip, the perfect picture of delicate concern. “I wouldn’t want just anyone handling

mind getting it for me? You’ve

Blake nodded. ‘Of course.”

moved toward the door but paused beside my chair. His voice dropped low. “Stay here, and don’t make things difficult

match his coldness.

“Laurel’s the patient here. How could she possibly

and light as she smiled up at Blake. “Don’t fuss so. Miss Sinclair

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Chapter 83

waved him away with elegant fingers. “New hurry my face fente absolutely

hesitated, hit gare moving between us before finally settling on

clicking shut

change in Laurel wax instant find chilling. The soft, vulnerable patient vanished, replaced by something sharp and caféulating far caile stre predatory

Her voice had lost

trouble just to get me alone?‘ I shifted in my chair, studying her with mild curiosity. The effort she’d put into this little

The recording.

The tears, the that masterful manipulation of Blake all for

it all.

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