Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 335: You Had a Crush Early On

Audrey Sutton rolled her eyes at him, holding a water cup as she turned and went upstairs.

The sunlight of the late afternoon quietly streamed into the house, with fresh new leaves sprouting on the branches outside the window and the climbing roses in the yard blooming brilliantly.

Audrey Sutton put down her pen and stretched lazily, moving her sore neck, then got up to the window to get some fresh air.

"Creak—" Shane Warner pushed the door open and entered. Not seeing anyone by the desk, he looked up to find Audrey Sutton standing by the window stretching.

He glanced at the fruit plate he had prepared for her, noticing it was already thoroughly eaten.

A gentle smile crept onto Shane Warner’s face as he walked toward her.

Audrey Sutton heard footsteps behind her. She turned her head to glance at him, smiled, and asked, "You awake?"

Shane Warner countered her question with another: "Tired?"

Audrey Sutton rotated her neck and said, "Neck hurts." Then she looked at him with a sly smile, "Could you massage it for me?"

Shane Warner pointed with his chin toward the sofa: "Lie here."

Audrey Sutton hadn’t expected him to agree so readily. Skeptically, she moved to the sofa, lay down, and preemptively warned, "Just massage the neck and shoulders, don’t get handsy."

Shane Warner chuckled, "What are you thinking about?"

Audrey Sutton snorted, "Stop pretending. I’ve got you all figured out; people say you’re some celibate Adonis who shuns women — all nonsense! You’re just a big bad wolf."

He came over, placed his hands on her shoulders and neck, and started massaging gently, "Regret marrying me now?"

Audrey Sutton disingenuously said, "A little bit."

Shane Warner said nothing, but deliberately intensified the strength of his hands, making Audrey Sutton shrink her neck in pain, "Ouch~ Stop it!"

Shane Warner pinned her down again as she tried to get up, continuing to massage her shoulders. He asked her in a light yet firm tone, "What did you think I was like before you married me?"

"Hmm... gentle, righteous, considerate, meticulous..." Audrey Sutton counted on her fingers. Counting halfway, she said, "Anyway, none of that now."

Shane Warner: "So you really just married me for my looks back then?"

Audrey Sutton said haughtily, "Well, kind of. To match a beautiful girl like me, you fall a little short."

Shane Warner didn’t get angry; he continued probing, "Did you know me before we got married?"

Audrey Sutton thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Yeah, you don’t know how long I’ve liked you."

Her candid answer surprised Shane Warner, and the content piqued his curiosity, "Oh? You’re only twenty now, how long have you liked me?"

Audrey Sutton smiled, turned her head to look at him on the sofa, and asked, "Do you know when we first met?"

Shane Warner looked at her silently, not really thinking because he didn’t have much impression.

He only knew that The Suttons had such a little princess, but before marriage, he wasn’t really focused on women, much less a girl seven or eight years younger.

If not for this wedding accident, he might never have considered marrying a girl so much younger for his whole life.

Audrey Sutton didn’t answer immediately, instead pushing herself up from the sofa and putting on the slippers beside her, dragging his hand to go downstairs.

She led him to the white piano against the living room wall and sat him down, saying, "Play ’Liebestraum’ for me."

Shane Warner chuckled as he opened the piano lid, asking, "How do you know I can play?"

Audrey Sutton smiled placidly without speaking, sitting obediently beside him.

As his hands began to move, the piano music started, the cheerful romantic tune made the afternoon extraordinarily beautiful, and Audrey Sutton leaned on his shoulder, enjoying the music while saying, "The first time I saw you, you were playing this piece. I was twelve then; it seemed like I went with my dad to attend some banquet, I forgot what kind of gathering it was, but I always remembered you."

Shane Warner quietly listened to her, "Back then, just like now, it was a black piano you played this piece on. I guess it must have been the learning phase, and it was your family asking you to showcase your talent. I stood there overhearing praises about you from people around me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. At that moment, you really shimmered in my eyes. I just remembered watching you; my heart was pounding fast, when you finished playing and got off the stage, I kept looking around the banquet wanting just a few more glimpses of you, but didn’t dare get close, remembering the twelve or thirteen-year-old’s naivety still feels so sweet now."

While recounting these stories, Audrey Sutton’s face was filled with a bright smile, clearly, it was a particularly precious memory for her.

Shane Warner was moved by what she said, never having thought he could be such a special presence in a little girl’s heart.

Moved, he teasingly said to her, "That was your first crush."

Audrey Sutton pouted, "You don’t get it at all. That feeling was especially wondrous, just a little girl’s naive admiration, not knowing if it’s a first crush or not, but your image kept popping into my head, and I just wanted to see you again. Later, whenever there was any gathering, I’d tag along, but mostly, I couldn’t see you."

Shane Warner: "Let’s see, when you were twelve, I must’ve been twenty. How could I have noticed a little kid like you?"

Audrey Sutton murmured in dissatisfaction, "I’m not a little kid, at least not anymore."

"So, because I’m handsome and played a piece, you decided to marry me?"

"Of course not; actually, we met many times before getting married, but you just didn’t notice me." Audrey Sutton grabbed his hand, looking at the scar on his palm and said, "Don’t you remember once at a banquet, a girl cut her hand, and you bandaged her wound with a handkerchief."

Shane Warner pondered as if yawning over past memories; upon this mention, he recalled it seemed there was such an incident, but time had faded its significance. If she hadn’t mentioned it, he’d have forgotten.

Audrey Sutton: "The girl was me, do you remember?"

"I only remember the incident, not who it was."

Audrey Sutton knew he definitely wouldn’t remember; she had hinted many times before, but he’d never recalled.

Yet it made sense; as he said, back then, in his eyes, she indeed was just a little kid.

"I still have that handkerchief from back then, but it’s at home. I’ll find it for you next time we return."

Shane Warner looked down at her resting on his shoulder, his smile doting, "So, you’ve been scheming for a long time to marry me?"