Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 185: Be a Little Nicer to Audrey

Watching Mor chew slowly with a blank expression, Phoebe King eagerly asked him, "How is it?"

Mor chewed a few more times without saying a word, which made Luc curious about the taste too. "How does it taste?"

Mor just nodded, indicating that the taste was okay.

Luc was obviously skeptical, but seeing Mor eating a piece without much reaction, his curiosity drove him to immediately grab a piece, sniff it near his nose, and then shove it into his mouth.

The taste... burnt, very salty, so salty it was bitter.

Seeing that he successfully tricked Luc into eating it, Mor then calmly took a tissue and spat out the inedible stuff from his mouth.

"Peh!" Luc made several retching sounds toward the trash can as if he was spitting out every crumb from his mouth, then he quickly grabbed the water cup on the table and gulped down a lot of water.

Phoebe King watched the two brothers’ reactions, her smile gradually freezing. "What do you mean? Is it that bad?"

Once Luc finished drinking the water and recovered, he said, "It’s not about whether it’s bad or not, it’s whether it’s edible or not. Brother Phoebe, you didn’t poison it, did you? My brother and I haven’t even gotten married; the Quinn family line can’t just end with us."

Phoebe King picked up a piece to taste for herself, and as for her reaction...

It was roughly a repeat of what Luc just did.

"I just followed the instructions from the tutorial. How did it turn out so odd?"

Luc mocked, "Did you confuse salt with sugar? I mean, isn’t takeout tasty enough? Why would a sheltered miss who doesn’t even know what pots and pans look like suddenly get the idea to learn cooking?"

Phoebe King lowered her head, studying the recipe on her phone, trying to figure out where she went wrong.

Mor, seeing her struggle in the kitchen all night, really couldn’t bear it anymore. He felt sorry for her, and he felt especially sorry for his precious kitchen.

So when Phoebe King tried a second time, Mor went in to help her.

But Phoebe King was persistent, insisting on doing everything herself.

Mor just stood to the side, instructing her on what to do.

The final product, although still oddly shaped, was a golden yellow and looked much more appetizing than before. The taste was sweet, aromatic, and crispy. This time, Luc ate several pieces.

Phoebe King looked at the time; she didn’t have the luxury for a third attempt. So she packed the cookies into a snack box she had prepared earlier, carefully decorated it with ornaments, and then slipped away with the snack box, leaving the mess in the kitchen for Mor to clean up.

The Suttons.

Hazel Yates asked the servants to tidy up the house and let everyone stay over for the night.

Shane had a room to himself, still the same one next to Audrey Sutton’s room.

Laura Yates and Audrey shared a room. After dinner, the two of them went upstairs, their conversation seemingly endless.

Shane stood on the balcony of his room, able to hear the chattering of the two girls next door.

It never seemed to stop; he wondered what they were talking about.

Were they talking about him?

Standing on the balcony, he finished the cigarette in his hand, and when he went to fetch his phone, he remembered his jacket with the phone was still downstairs.

He opened the door and went downstairs. The lights from the corridor to the living room were still on, yet everyone had pretty much returned to their rooms, making the living room silent.

When he got downstairs, he found Evan Sutton still there, seemingly making tea.

The two exchanged glances, and Shane gave a slight nod as a greeting.

Evan was taken aback for a moment before nodding back at Shane.

Shane always felt that Audrey’s fifth brother had a very low presence at home. He didn’t know much about him, except that he wasn’t much of a talker.

"Need anything?" Evan asked Shane warmly, concerned that Shane might be unfamiliar with the place, so he took the initiative to ask.

Shane smiled slightly and said, "Just grabbing my phone."

Evan nodded once, nothing more to say.

If it were the third brother, Shane might have exchanged a few words, but facing the generally silent fifth brother, and being unfamiliar with him, he intended to take the jacket and head upstairs.

Just as he stepped onto the stairs, he heard Evan say, "Please be good to Audrey."

Evan said this in a tone with no particular implication; it felt just like a brother making sure his beloved sister was well looked after, so he asked Shane to care for Audrey.

Though Shane found Evan’s sudden statement a bit odd, he couldn’t find any logic behind it. He simply nodded assuredly and said, "Of course."

Shane walked up the stairs, and when he passed by Audrey’s room, he faintly heard her laughter from inside.

He paused to listen, hearing only two voices talking continuously, laughter occasionally ringing out but unable to make out the conversation.

He was too lazy to be curious about the little girls’ chatter, but it was enough for him to hear her laughing happily.

As the night deepened, the house grew quiet inside and out.

In a room at the corner of the second floor, Stephen Sutton leaned against the headboard, flipping through a book on philosophy.

"Ding-dong—"

The phone charging on the bedside table rang.

His eyes shifted, glancing through his glasses at the message from an unknown number displayed on the screen.

Putting down the book, he reached for his phone to check it out.

The text read: I’m outside your house, come out quickly.

Although Stephen Sutton hadn’t saved this number, he instinctively knew who it was.

He wondered if by "outside your house" she meant this house, or if she’d gone to his faculty apartment.

He didn’t reply.

The phone dinged again; this time, she sent a picture, clearly just taken, showing the entrance to the Suttons’ villa.

Stephen Sutton narrowed his gaze at the message as if pondering something, or perhaps with a hint of distress.

"Ding-dong—" Another message popped up on the screen: Are you asleep? If you don’t reply, I’ll call you.

Before three seconds passed, the phone rang.

To Stephen Sutton, the ringtone was nothing but noise.

He didn’t pick up, nor did he hang up.

Eventually, the ringtone stopped on its own.

Shortly after, another message came through: The wall isn’t high, should I climb over or will you come out?

Reading this, Stephen Sutton knitted his brows tightly.

He believed Phoebe King would actually do it.

But he didn’t want her to be mistaken for a thief, prompting a commotion that would alert everyone, ultimately exposing his ties to Phoebe King.

To avoid all these troubles, Stephen Sutton, with a slightly displeased expression, threw off the covers, changed, and went downstairs.

As he approached the main entrance, the security guard on duty quietly informed him, "Young Master, there’s a woman outside lurking suspiciously, peeking inside, not sure what she’s up to."