Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again! Chapter 537: Try Calling Me Audrey

Shane couldn’t figure out what Audrey was dawdling over upstairs; breakfast was already on the table, and she hadn’t co down.

He walked to the staircase and shouted upstairs, "Breakfast’s ready!"

After waiting a few seconds, he didn’t hear her response.

Could she have fallen asleep again?

Shane went upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Audrey sitting on the bed, grinning at him.

Seeing this expression, Shane felt sothing was off. He glanced around but found nothing unusual: "Possessed? Didn’t you hear calling you to eat?"

Audrey said, "Who were you calling?"

Shane stood at the door with a straight face, silently looking at her.

Audrey still sat on the bed motionless, "I heard you say breakfast’s ready, but didn’t hear you calling to eat breakfast."

Shane said, "I guess you’re just not hungry yet."

Audrey said, dissatisfied, "You should say ’Honey, breakfast’s ready,’ or ’Dear’ would work too."

Regardless of before or after marriage, he rarely called her by endearing terms.

Shane grumbled, "How about ’Little Darling’?"

Audrey nodded with a grin, "That’ll do, call it once for to hear."

Shane said, "Did Phoebe teach you this?"

Audrey replied, "Don’t bla Phoebe for everything. This is your problem to fix."

With a dismissive tone, Shane said, "Honey, breakfast’s ready."

It was supposed to be a warm statent, yet it sounded like feed poison when he said it, as if eating this al would be the end.

Audrey frowned and said, "Try saying sothing else."

Shane replied, "Eat if you want to."

Audrey hurriedly called out to his retreating back, "Try calling ’Audrey’?"

"Hey, don’t go!"

"Shane, will calling out once kill you?"

Hearing his footsteps going downstairs, Audrey reluctantly put on her slippers and headed down.

Sitting across from him, she looked at the lean pork congee in his bowl, grumbled distastefully, "Always the sa bland stuff every day."

Shane said, "The bean paste is in the cabinet."

Audrey said, "Who puts bean paste in porridge?! Crazy!"

Shane said, "Didn’t you say bean paste is the soul of every dish?"

"I don’t want to talk to you anymore," Audrey muttered as she carried her congee to the living room, adjusted the TV, and began to eat.

Shane finished his bowl of congee in a few gulps, put the bowl in the sink, and said to Audrey, "Audrey, wash the dishes later."

Her grumbling quickly turned to smiles upon hearing Shane’s words, "What did you just call ?"

Shane, taking his ti, walked upstairs, "Told you to wash the dishes."

Audrey said, "Not that phrase."

Shane said, "If you didn’t hear it, never mind."

Audrey said, "Can you say it again?"

Shane said, "I’m going to set up a video conference, half an hour. Don’t co up."

Audrey said, "Just call it once more!"

Shane ignored her and went straight upstairs.

Audrey wasn’t discouraged, knowing this was just how he was, the more you pushed him to say sothing, the less he’d say.

The nickna "Audrey" was sothing only he called her. Usually, people called her "Little Audrey," so when she first heard Shane call her that, her heart skipped, inexplicably fond of it.

After chatting with Barry for a bit downstairs, Flora ntioned she was free today, so they made plans to have lunch together.

With lunch plans set, Audrey checked the ti and saw it had been over half an hour since Shane went upstairs and hadn’t co down yet.

She quietly went upstairs, pushed the door open slightly, and heard Shane was still talking. She just peeked through the crack.

Shane glanced at her, continued speaking into the video conference without missing a beat, "That’s the the for the new product, each person to hand in two design drafts by the first of next month."

Finished, Shane closed the laptop, turned his chair, and looked at Audrey through the door crack, asking, "What do you want for lunch? Wanna go to the supermarket now?"

Audrey then entered, walked up to him, and said, "I won’t be ho for lunch."

Shane asked, "Where are you going?"

Audrey said, "Going out with Flora and the others to eat."

Shane hesitated then nodded, "Go ahead, just don’t eat any junk."

Audrey smiled, implying, "My treat."

Understanding her hint, Shane picked up his phone from the table and transferred five thousand to her, "Is it enough?"

Audrey nodded, satisfied, "Plenty, thank you, hubby."

Happily pocketing the money on her phone, she asked, "Why did you only give three hundred the first ti but now thousands at a ti?"

Shane said, "Want to hear the truth?"

Audrey hesitated and nodded.

Shane stood up, looked down at her, "Because at our first eting, I didn’t know you well."

Audrey frowned in confusion, "What kind of logic is that? Did you think we’d end up divorced anyway so you were stingy with your money?"

Shane shook his head, "I was afraid if I gave you too much, you’d spend ten bucks downstairs on noodles and use the rest for drinking, gambling, or even worse, which I’d have to take responsibility for. A few hundred is enough for a al; even if you saved it, that amount wouldn’t cause much trouble."

Audrey pouted, "Did I leave such an unreliable first impression on you?"

Shane said, "What sensible girl would impulsively marry soone she doesn’t know?"

Audrey thought there was so truth to what Shane said but couldn’t help muttering, "I even had to pitch in over two hundred for that al."

Shane looked at her with a faint smile, "So, are you asking for reimbursent now?"

Audrey said, "Aren’t you curious why I had to pitch in?"

Shane pretended, "A five hundred al is normal for your appetite. If I’d known you eat that much, I’d have given more."

Audrey lightly punched his chest.

Shane said, "Not bad strength, co help massage my shoulders."

Saying so, he sat sideways in the chair. Audrey rolled her eyes at the back of his head but still put her little hands on his shoulders to massage...

Around 11 a.m., Shane drove Audrey to the restaurant, and having nothing to do himself, he went to et Faye and the others for lunch.

Audrey went up to the second floor and found a spot by the window to sit.

The rain from last night hadn’t persisted, and the dayti sun made one feel languid.

She had just sent a ssage to the group saying she was on the second floor when she saw Lucian’s car pull up on the roadside below, and then Flora and Barry got out of the car.

Flora stood by the car, said a couple of words to Lucian inside, watched him drive away, and then the two of them headed into the restaurant.