Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 179

Blake’s POV

With two crisp sounds, Audrey directly removed those elegant pink heels from her feet.

Ignoring my astonished expression, she walked to the taxi and lightly tapped on the driver’s window. “Could I have that strap from the back of your car?”

The driver, still holding my money, nodded. “Of course.”

“Thanks,” she said simply.

She opened the back door and pulled out a spare strap, then efficiently tied her heels together. When she turned, her eyes met mine with unmistakable challenge.

“Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Parker,” she said coolly. “I’d hate to ruin these shoes.”

She brushed past me and stepped onto the asphalt, her bare feet making light contact with the warm road as she headed toward Twilight Mansion.

Suddenly, a strange feeling washed over me.

How had I never noticed this stubborn side of her before?

She looked almost… cute in her obstinacy.

“Sir.” The taxi driver rolled down his window. “It’s after five now. Are you really letting that lady walk barefoot all the way to Twilight Mansion?”

kept watching

gets there, it’ll probably be tomorrow

blisters…”

“Who gave you permission to look at her

jealousy in my voice and smiled. “Sir, look at her walking barefoot on the road. Even if I didn’t want to see, I couldn’t help it. And I’m not the only

feet, maybe don’t let her walk barefoot. Nothing draws attention like a barefoot

I ask for your

still here?” I added when he

he replied. “If I leave and you don’t go after her… she’ll be

remote with few people around. Once it gets dark, there won’t

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get it,” I cut him

cold look before getting into my

Audrey’s POV

breeze brushed against my face as I made steady progress. I realized I hadn’t had time to myself like this

walk nearly twelve miles to Twilight Mansion. He really

stores. My foster parents refused to pay for the school bus, so I walked those distances daily, through every season. The winters

pay for tuition, often walking directly from one job to the next with barely

miles on smooth pavement felt almost trivial. I’d once worn thin secondhand shoes through ice and snow;