Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 153: No Reason Not to Sleep Together

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: No Reason Not to Sleep Together

Shane didn’t expect her to wake up in the middle of the night. He originally thought he would get up early the next day, and she wouldn’t even notice that he held her while he slept through the night.

But now that Audrey had discovered it, Shane deliberately put on a face of confusion: "Why would I wake you up?"

In her embarrassment, Audrey realized something and leaned in a bit to ask him, "Actually, you wanted to sleep with me, didn’t you?"

Shane admitted frankly, "I’m not exactly a gentleman; you’re in my bed already, there’s no reason not to sleep together."

"You dirty scoundrel!"

"Who’s the dirty one isn’t settled yet. Who knows if you deliberately climbed into my bed with ulterior motives."

Audrey recalled a similar incident from last time where he turned things against her, glaring at him with a sense of injustice boiling inside.

"Are you going back to sleep or not?" he asked.

Audrey countered, "Where’s my takeout?"

As she asked, her eyes already spotted the takeout bag on the table.

She threw off the covers and got out of bed, hobbling unsteadily towards the takeout.

Shane, with dissatisfaction in his voice, said, "It’s cold already, why eat it?"

Audrey opened the takeout bag to take a look. Smelling the barbecue made her even hungrier, so she picked up the bag and headed toward the door, saying, "I’m going to heat it up in the microwave."

"Get back here!"

"Bang—" answered him with the sound of the door closing.

Shane felt he couldn’t control her now. She was increasingly putting him out of her consideration.

Downstairs, there were sounds of dishes and bowls that didn’t belong to the dead of night. Forced awake, Shane followed her downstairs.

He saw Audrey putting the barbecue food from the paper bag onto plates and then into the oven.

Shane’s voice reached before he did, "Are you getting up sleepily? Check the time before you eat anything!"

Audrey gave him an unconcerned glance, adjusted the oven timer, and said, "A little barbecue, life is carefree. You just don’t know how to enjoy life."

Shane didn’t know where she got such twisted reasoning, so he walked downstairs and said sternly, "Go back to sleep, and eat it tomorrow."

"Go if you want to; I’ll go after I’m full."

Shane glared at her, "Aren’t you going to class tomorrow?"

"I can get up."

He had no way with her; she was causing trouble downstairs, so naturally, he couldn’t peacefully go back upstairs to sleep either.

"Why not eat together? I ordered a portion for you."

Shane just rolled his eyes unfriendly at her and turned to sit on the couch in the living room.

Audrey was evidently wide awake; she was spirited, ignoring Shane’s sour face, and even went to his wine cabinet to pick out a wine: "Which one tastes better?"

Shane glared at her, coldly saying, "Don’t go crazy."

"Sipping wine, munching on barbecue, don’t you feel it’s a joy? You, I must say, live too disciplined a life; it’s not going to bring happiness. A life without midnight snacks, no fun drinks, and no skewers is incomplete. You should change that."

Shane: "..."

So, ultimately, everything was his fault?

"Ding—"

The microwave timer went off, and her hobbling run seemed a bit comical. Shane kept a straight face, hiding his amusement.

Audrey put on gloves, took the plate out of the microwave, picked up a chicken wing, and took a bite, exaggeratedly and dramatically praising, "Hmm~ it’s so delicious!"

Clearly, she was intentionally putting on a show for Shane.

As she spoke, she brought the plate over, placed it on the coffee table, and waved the chicken wing in front of Shane: "Smell this, it’s got that cumin aroma. Want some? There’s another one here."

Shane: "Get lost."

"Hmph! Just forget it if you don’t want any. Why be so fierce?" With that, Audrey plopped down on the single sofa next to him, enthusiastically gnawing on the chicken wing.

The spicy flavor made her occasionally hiss, and after finishing one chicken wing, intentionally raising her voice, she said, "Adding some red wine now would make it perfect!"

Shane continued to ignore her.

"Ah!" Audrey sighed, "I finally understand what they mean by generation gap. You old folks care so much about health, whereas we young people live differently." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Audrey, do you believe I won’t lock you outside the door?" he said, not liking discussions about age, though she seemed determined to provoke him.

Seeing him genuinely angered, Audrey pouted and mumbled to herself, "This is no fun," then silently picked up a skewer of roasted buns to eat.

Even without lifting her gaze, Audrey could sense a pair of unfriendly eyes staring at her.

Although she appeared nonchalant, she was actually a bit scared inside, worried she’d really angered him.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye as he stood up, and when he walked past her, Audrey looked up, watching his back in secret.

Assuming he was going upstairs, she saw him walk straight to the wine cabinet, grabbing a bottle of red wine with one hand and two glasses with the other before coming back.

Audrey didn’t take her eyes off him, baffled, as he returned to his seat, picked up the opener from the coffee table, and easily uncorked the bottle.

He tilted the wine glasses and filled them with wine.

After seeing him finish pouring the wine, he placed the glass near her with a questioning and puzzled look, then went on to pour the second glass.

Realizing what was happening, Audrey smiled and asked him, "You’re craving it, aren’t you?"

Yet Shane kept a face of refusing to "join in her folly," saying, "If I eat, I’ll just exercise an extra hour tomorrow. If you continue eating like this, you’ll hit two hundred pounds in no time."

Audrey paused her action of biting the bun, then said, "My foot’s injured. Once it heals, I’ll start working out again."

"When it’s hot, you don’t want to move; when it’s cold, you’re too lazy to move. Now with a sprained foot, you have an excuse to gain weight."

Audrey put down the finished skewer, picked up a piece of fish, and said, "Eating occasionally won’t make much difference, will it? Hurry up and eat! Here, this drumstick is for you."

Shane’s eyes were full of disdain, yet he accepted the chicken drumstick she handed over.

Eating at this hour, and such junk food he usually frowned upon, was a first in his nearly thirty years of life.

"Do you often eat like this at home?"

Audrey held her wine glass elegantly, struck a pose to savor it, expressing how great the wine tasted and then said, "At home, I even have to sneak snacks. My dad and you are the same, nothing can be eaten. So I often secretly go out with my mom to eat street food."

Shane: "Looks like it’s inherited."

Audrey: "That’s because you all grew up with silver spoons, pampered, with no sense of reality. Aren’t we supposed to make ourselves happy while living? Why bind ourselves with so many rules? Don’t you agree?"

Shane eyed her: "Are you trying to get me to agree with you?"

"Forget it, there’s no point discussing it with you, old-fashioned man."

"It looks like you want to go outside and cool off."

Audrey reluctantly closed her mouth and got up to reheat the rest of the barbecue.