My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon by Lydia Pierce

Chapter 312

Knowing that she might have overstepped with her previous actions, she took the initiative to kiss the corner of his mouth. This should have been discussed earlier, not dropped on him at the last minute. Alistair's face was tense, his green, deep-set eyes exuding a brooding aura, making it hard to understand his emotions.

Audrey was uncertain, her voice softer. "I don't want to rely on a child to make your family accept me. We're still young, so why not wait a couple of years?"

In this situation, Alistair couldn't bear to tell her "no".

He held her close, kissing her softly. Though reluctant, he could only agree.

A night of indulgence. The next morning, Audrey woke up with the sun already high in the sky.

Getting up, she noticed the mess in the trash can, and her cheeks flushed red again.

Maybe it was because they hadn't seen each other for a few days, but Alistair was especially rough last night.

In the end, she passed out on the window seat, her eyes red and swollen, and her knees scraped.

Before she fell asleep, she vaguely remembered him carrying her to the bathroom, bathing her, and then placing a warm towel on her eyes.

So her body wasn't too uncomfortable, just terribly drained, with no energy to move.

Alistair had already gone to work, but not before making her some porridge and keeping it warm in the cooker.

After eating, Audrey went to check on Sunny.

and it was clear he hadn't slept well last night, with dark circles under

could feel that he was relying on

out of bed, she noticed his gaze following her everywhere, looking helpless

work home, leaving the non-essential tasks to Michael and Emily. During

go

her free time, Audrey prepared for next week's Supergalactic Idol

participate in the contest, she knew she had

by chance; now, with the remaining teams being quite strong, they would

his business trip early and had to handle unfinished work online, so he got busy once more. For

when he was

lunch, Audrey wanted to

but was uneasy about leaving Sunny alone, so she allowed

en

her and instead cuddled

was half-open, allowing a gentle breeze to

paper, biting the end of her pen with a thoughtful

she finished writing the last line of the

too, instinctively hugging his little bunny tighter, his

a flash of sympathy appearing in her

a significant impression on Sunny's mind,

sighed, got up, and

times like this, who could