Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 165: It Really Is Sweet

"I’m still growing, you know. There’s research showing that girls have a chance to grow taller between sixteen and twenty-five," Audrey Sutton said with a playful air, "but boys have it between seventeen and twenty-six, so you’re out of luck."

Shane Warner replied casually, "I’m not short, no need for luck. Just worried you’ll grow sideways instead of upwards."

"I told you I’d start working out once my foot is better, and I’m not fat," Audrey said, standing by the sink peeling fruit, "Have you eaten your apple?"

Shane coughed twice before replying, "I can’t eat as much as you."

Actually, he couldn’t bear to eat it. He opened the gift box, looked at it, and carefully put the apple back.

"You should eat it tonight; a single apple won’t be too much for you. Go get it, and I’ll peel it for you."

Shane poured boiling water into a cup, saying, "My throat is uncomfortable, I don’t want to eat."

Hearing his somewhat hoarse voice, Audrey stopped peeling the apple and asked, "Are you catching a cold? Have you taken any medicine?"

He raised the cup in his hand, saying, "Drink hot water, it cures all ailments."

Audrey couldn’t help but roll her eyes before hearing him say seriously, "Let’s see how it is tomorrow morning."

"I think I have two packets of cold medicine in my bag, let me get them for you." Saying that, she put down the knife and apple, and despite her discomfort, ran quickly by holding onto the stair railing.

Shane watched her back with a smile in his eyes, feeling happy yet increasingly afraid of losing her someday.

Shortly after, she came back downstairs holding the medicine bag.

Pouring boiling water, she stirred the medicine and said, "This kind isn’t very bitter."

Shane took the cup she handed him and drank a sip.

It wasn’t bitter at all; it was actually sweet.

Sweet from the lips to the heart.

After he finished drinking, Audrey handed him a sliced piece of peeled apple, saying, "Eat a piece, so it won’t taste bitter."

Shane wondered whether she misunderstood what bitter meant but didn’t refuse the apple, though he didn’t reach out to take it. Instead, he bent down and took it directly with his mouth.

Audrey hadn’t expected such a move, and he didn’t take the whole piece but bit off half.

Chewing, he commented, "It is quite sweet."

Audrey hadn’t fully recovered from the surprise, holding the remaining half of the apple in mid-air.

Immediately after, he bent down again to bite the other half, and whether intentional or not, this time his soft lips touched her fingers.

In that instant, it was like an electric shock. Audrey quickly snapped back to reality, and her cheeks unknowingly turned a shade of cherry pink.

She lowered her head, afraid to look at him, yet feeling awkward standing like that, she softly asked him, "...Want another piece?"

Shane looked at her flushed face, and in his heart, he thought only three words: so cute.

He feared that if he continued teasing, at most she’d blush and shy away, but ultimately he’d end up alone in his room suffering the consequences.

Quickly stopping himself, he said, "You eat it yourself. Finish it and rest early."

With that, he turned around with his tea cup and went upstairs.

Audrey was left bewildered, watching his silhouette disappear at the end of the hallway. She then looked at her fingers where his lips had touched.

The rush of emotions made her feel increasingly like a pervert.

An accidental touch, and she’s overthinking it.

Internally, she kept telling herself: Audrey Sutton, you’re a girl! You need to stay reserved!

She devoured the apple in large bites, looked at Pea and General lazily sleeping in their cozy spots, and turned off the living room lights, returning to her room.

The snowy night was cold and silent.

Shane wore a navy blue robe, his dark eyes deep and languid, watching the snow fluttering down outside the window.

His fingertips painted with a touch of crimson, like a beast’s glowing eyes in the dark, gazing at the seemingly peaceful night.

"Cough—cough—"

Perhaps due to feeling unwell, Shane extinguished the cigarette he’d only half-smoked and stood at the window for a while longer.

Grabbing his phone to check the time, he saw it was already two in the morning.

He didn’t go to bed but instead took his keys and opened the door to the adjacent room.

She was already asleep.

The room was dimly lit, with a soft yellow night light illuminating her gentle sleeping face.

The large rabbit was lying beside her. He knew she held onto the rabbit while sleeping. Now she was curled against its back, almost pushing it off the bed.

Shane did nothing; he quietly stood by the bed for two minutes, then silently left her room, locking it again from the outside.

As day broke, as usual, he worked out in the gym while Audrey hummed an unknown tune downstairs, preparing breakfast.

General and Pea circled her feet, behaving just like her—always craving food.

Having showered, Shane stood on the stairs, calling to Audrey downstairs, "There’s a grayish-violet shirt on the balcony, could you please bring it over?"

Hearing his voice, Audrey instinctively glanced up to see him, only to find him dressed only in suit pants, his upper body bare.

Perhaps due to his personal charm, his muscular contours seemed graceful, from the washboard abs to the subtle pelvic lines, perfectly combining line with line.

Audrey had studied human figure drawing and had seen plenty of good-looking male bodies in magazines and online, claiming she had seen thousands. Yet every time she saw Shane’s physique, the only thought was: perfection.

Not like those muscle-bound hulks but solid, without an ounce of extra flesh, a strong yet slender look, he carried a sense of safety, and his skin was quite good too.

Early in the morning, this temptation was tough for Audrey to resist; she wanted to reach out and poke those muscles...

Snapping her gaze away, she hurriedly put down the plate, turned to the balcony to find the shirt he’d mentioned.

Handing it to him, she stood at the bottom of the stairs, arm outstretched with the shirt, while he stood at the landing, reaching out for the shirt, wearing it as he asked, "What did you make this morning?"

Audrey didn’t know where to look, and her speech became a bit stilted: "...Oatmeal porridge and eggs... I braised the eggs myself, they’re particularly fragrant."

Shane slowly buttoned up his shirt, nodded, and turned to go upstairs: "I’ll be down shortly."

Swallowing hard, Audrey quickly turned to the counter, filling bowls with porridge.

When he walked down again, he was wearing a suit jacket, although hadn’t tied his tie yet.

He usually tied his tie just before heading out.

"Cough cough—"

His coughing sounded worse than the night before.

Audrey set the dishes and cutlery, saying, "You’re not better yet? Maybe you should go to the hospital later?"