Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 333: Not Something You Should Be Curious About

Chapter 333: Chapter 333: Not Something You Should Be Curious About

Audrey Sutton stood by the sink washing vegetables, while Shane Warner sat on the sofa with the TV on, though his attention was not on it.

Lazily leaning on the sofa, his legs stretched out on the coffee table, he held an empty cigarette box close to his nose, sniffing the scent to ease his craving.

Audrey caught sight of this and shot him a glare, saying, "You managed so many days in the hospital, and now that you’re home for just one day, you can’t hold back?"

Shane turned his head to look at her, casually tossed the cigarette box onto the coffee table, but it hit a glass jar and changed direction, landing on the floor.

Audrey threw him another glare, "Can’t you stop messing around?"

Shane ignored her, picked up the remote control and switched the TV channels.

Audrey finished washing the vegetables, tossed them into the soup pot, adjusted the heat, then walked over to pick up the cigarette box from the floor and threw it into the trash bin.

Just as she was about to nag him, his phone on the coffee table rang unexpectedly.

Shane sat still, indicating the phone with his chin. Audrey glared at him, walked over to pick up the phone and handed it to him.

Meanwhile, she glanced at the caller ID — it was Faye Xavier.

Thinking it was probably work-related, Audrey returned to the counter to continue preparing lunch.

Shane answered the call, and Faye’s voice came through, "Master Shane, the person is dead, the clues I found are very limited."

"What did you find?"

"The guy’s name is Nathan Finnegan. He used to be a manager at a hotel. His family’s conditions were average. You heard about that actress who died a while ago, right? The two seemed to have been romantically involved. It should be a crime of passion, but as for why he later harmed Mrs. Warner, I really found no clues. He had no connection to her at all before."

Shane contemplated for a moment and asked, "What about his family?"

Shane felt that Nathan Finnegan absolutely wasn’t conducting random acts of violence.

If it were a vendetta, there were more people in the supermarket. There was no need to wait in a sparsely populated parking lot and lay in ambush exactly where he parked, clearly prepared and targeting Audrey.

Since there was no direct connection found between him and Audrey, it was clear he was being manipulated by someone. And who could this person be?

Faye replied, "He just has an old mother, who passed away a couple of days ago, didn’t survive the surgery table, and there are some shady friends. Asked around and it’s just the usual debauchery; nothing useful."

Shane pondered silently. Faye suddenly added, "Oh, and Master Shane, there’s something else. I don’t know if it’s considered a clue."

Shane said, "Speak."

Faye continued, "When Nathan Finnegan’s mother was ill, hospitalized, a large amount of surgery fees was needed, and a kind person donated the money. Guess who this kind person is?"

Shane replied, "Guess your sister."

Faye, "... Ahem, Master Shane, you have no sense of humor." After complaining, Faye immediately said, "It’s Mrs. Sterling, Miss Clarissa Morgan." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Hearing this name, Shane’s eyes narrowed slightly. After pondering, he said, "Have someone follow her."

Although Audrey seemed like she was seriously cooking, she actually perked her ears up to listen to what Shane was talking about.

She could only hear Shane’s voice, unable to discern what Faye was saying on the other end. She vaguely felt it seemed related to the recent parking lot incident.

After Shane ended the call, Audrey casually inquired, "What did you guys talk about?"

Shane tossed his phone onto the sofa nearby, picked up the remote again, switched TV channels, and casually replied, "Not something you need to be curious about."

Audrey pouted and didn’t further probe.

Now she wouldn’t be like before, where if he hid something from her, she’d start overthinking. As long as it’s not about another woman, if he doesn’t say anything, she wouldn’t ask further, knowing he has his own way of handling things.

The room returned to silence, only the sound of the extractor fan and the noise from the TV persisted.

Shane randomly settled on a news channel, tossed aside the remote, but his gaze wasn’t on the TV, rather it was on Audrey.

She was wearing a white, palace-style dress with a square neckline revealing her shoulder and neck line, and collarbone. The sleeves were cute little puff sleeves, waist cinched, the hemline above the knee by a dozen centimeters, adorned with a pale pink and purple apron she bought herself.

She slightly leaned over, seriously slicing the beef into thin slices on the cutting board. From his angle, he could see the lace of her white lingerie beneath the dress neckline and her fair skin.

Shane’s gaze was fixed over there, watching her finish cutting meat and turn to the cupboard to fetch a plate for the side dish.

On tiptoe, reaching for the plate, along with this movement, the height of the dress lifted a bit, her slender, fair legs tantalizingly visible.

Seeing her turn around with the plate, Shane calmly withdrew his gaze.

She didn’t notice him, busying herself with the task at hand.

Absent-mindedly, Shane stared at the TV for a couple of seconds, nudged a pen off the coffee table with his foot, glanced down at where it fell, unsatisfied, he kicked it further underneath the coffee table with his foot.

He glanced at her again and said, "My pen fell down, can you help me pick it up?"

Audrey was stirring the soup in the pot with a spoon, glanced at him, saying, "Pick it up yourself, can’t you see I’m busy?"

Shane said, "I get uncomfortable bending over, can’t pick it up."

Audrey rolled her eyes at him, blew on the soup in the spoon, said, "Wait a moment, you’re not in a hurry to use it now indeed."

Having spoken, she tasted the soup in the spoon, seemed lacking in flavor, added another spoonful of salt.

"I need to use it now."

Audrey helplessly glanced at him, set down the spoon, covered the soup pot again, and walked over to help pick up the pen.

Looking down at the floor, somewhat impatiently asked him, "Where?"

Shane pointed with his chin, "Under the coffee table."

Audrey grumbled, "General doesn’t even have as many demands as you."

While complaining, she obediently crouched down, took a look underneath the coffee table and spotted the pen, although it was somewhat far.

She adjusted her position, stretched out on the ground reaching her hand to retrieve it.

She saw Shane lower his legs from the coffee table, stand up and walk behind her.

Audrey initially thought he was coming to help find a stick or something to fish the pen out.

Who knew, just as her fingers touched the pen, she felt her skirt lift up, and a cool breeze on her backside...