Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 192

Laurel’s POV

Blake’s words sent a thrill through me. Finally, something had gone my way tonight. I quickly took out my phone, angling it away from him, and texted the housekeepers at Twilight Mansion.

Prepare the guest bedroom next to mine. Fresh towels, new sheets, and those pills I brought. Make it perfect.

I couldn’t help the small smile that formed on my lips. Tonight might be the night Blake finally stayed over. That old man wouldn’t be able to object to our engagement after that not without looking like a hypocrite.

–

But when I looked up, Blake wasn’t turning around toward Twilight Mansion. He was still driving straight ahead, toward Manhattan.

“Blake darling,” I said, confused, “didn’t you say you were taking me back?”

“Michael will send you back,” he replied without looking at me.

Before I could respond, Blake pressed down on the accelerator. The car surged forward, leaving me speechless.

He’s not taking me back himself?

His phone rang, cutting through the silence. Blake pressed the speaker button without hesitation.

“Sir,” Michael’s voice filled the car, “the car I arranged is heading to Twilight Mansion now. You should see it soon.”

“Good.”

“About Paris Night,” Michael continued, “it’s a small hotel like you thought. Ethan Davies ch

bedroom. I’ve sent the address to your phone.”

“Got it,” Blake replied, checking his phone before setting the navigation.

I watched him, his profile hard in the dim light, and finally found my voice.

“You’re going to find Audrey?”

Blake’s POV

“Yes, I am,” I answered without hesitation.

The look of shock on Laurel’s face barely registered as my mind raced with thoughts of Audrey.

twenty, still a student.

making a mistake with

The club where he

with? What if

into a king–sized

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stop her before it’s

darling, wake up!” Laurel shouted, her composure crumbling completely. “You’re

as the car accelerated, her knuckles turning white. Her voice rose to nearly a

yelled. “What do you think you’re

waved her hands frantically. “Audrey could be with one man tonight or ten

toward me. “Why are

refusing to show

Night is thirty kilometers from here: By the time you arrive, they’ll have already done whatever they planned to do. Why waste your

I considered the truth in her statement, though I’d never

agreement because her expression softened, and she

Audrey. Her messy

overwhelming. “You’re divorced. You’ve done your duty as her ex–husband. You don’t need to solve

for me instead” it fair to make Michael’s driver take me home at this hour? I promised Mom I’d

frowned and removed her hand from my arm. “Michael

open the passenger door. “You

her lip, dropping

you’ll be

in time,”

my face neutral despite my anger. “Haven’t you wondered why Michael

her face. “Michael

shook my head. “Michael is

shock, I allowed myself a cold smile. “Filing a report about prostitution at Paris

Audrey’s POV

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my shower, I shook my damp hair and looked at my cards with

laying

her cards onto the table. “Damn it!

row!”

you letting her win? No one has luck this

surrender. “I swear, I’m just terrible at this. Sports Science doesn’t teach