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.

he hadn't slept well last night, with dark circles under

he was relying on her

getting out of bed, she noticed his gaze following her everywhere,

home, leaving the non-essential tasks to Michael and Emily. During the day, she would

though they didn't go out, they weren't

her free time, Audrey prepared for next week's

decided to participate in the contest, she knew she had to show her

the remaining teams being quite strong, they would

work online, so he got busy once more. For several consecutive days, it was

when he was with

Audrey wanted

in the living room but was uneasy about leaving Sunny alone, so she

en

and instead cuddled his

allowing a gentle breeze to softly rustle the draft papers

hand on the paper, biting the end of her pen

writing the last line of the lyrics, the doorbell suddenly

too, instinctively hugging his

scene, a flash of

significant impression on Sunny's mind, so much so that even

and went to answer

'At times like this, who