A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Chapter 12

Half an hour later, they arrived at the City Garden Neighborhood, where Audrey lived. Bryson drove his black Bentley Mulsanne to the underground parking lot.

Audrey was asleep against the back of the chair, showing no sign of waking up.

Bryson stopped the car. He was not in a hurry to wake her up. His dark eyes were fixated on Audrey, in which there was a flash of light.

He unfastened his seat belt, one arm crossing Audrey, and put on the armrest on her right. He was close to her.

He lowered his head slowly, his breath on her face, and his lips getting closer and closer.

In the end, he stopped, with his lips just a centimeter away from hers.

If he continued to move forward, their lips could touch.

However, he did not continue.

The car was flooded with ambiguous feelings.

Audrey felt something strange. She frowned, and with her eyelids trembling, she opened her eyes.

Then, she saw through the car window. It was the parking lot of the City Garden Neighborhood.

And Bryson was sitting in the driver's seat beside her with a calm face.

She was a little confused.

'Was it my illusion? I felt someone's breath close to me, and it lingered around my nose.'

"You're awake?" Bryson whispered in a slightly hoarse voice.

...

Audrey realized that she fell asleep.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Audrey looked embarrassed.

She didn't expect to fall asleep in Bryson's car.

"I just parked!"

"Alright!" Audrey unfastened her seat belt and said, "Thank you for driving me home, Mr. Bryson."

Then, she opened the door and got off.

She planned to watch Bryson leave before she went home. However, Bryson also opened the door and got out.

Then, locking the car doors, he was prepared to leave.

Audrey remained where she was.

Bryson, "You're not leaving?"

Audrey said, "You'll go upstairs with me? Mr. Bryson, it's okay. When I call Grandma later, I'll tell her that you sent me to the door."

"I'm a man of principles."

Audrey didn't say anything.

'Alright. The parking lot or the door. There's no difference.'

Audrey had no choice but to ride up in the elevator with Bryson.

When reaching the floor where her apartment was, Audrey walked straight to her door and then turned around.

Bryson's phone rang.

"Alright, I'll send it to you now."

"Mr. Bryson, I'm home," Audrey said politely.

"I need to use your computer to send something now."

"Okay."

'It must be something important.'

Audrey opened the door for Bryson right away.

Before Bryson came in, she rushed in, picking up the underwear that she had taken from the balcony and put on the sofa yesterday, and bringing them into the bedroom.

Then, he took his computer out of the bedroom and turned it on, placing it on the table.

Bryson was sitting on the sofa.

It was small. Bryson, who had long legs, couldn't stretch his legs when sitting on it.

Taking over the computer, Bryson looked at the screen and was stunned for a minute.

There was a bloody line on the boot screen: The mills of God grind slowly.

...

Audrey felt too ashamed to face Bryson.

Bryson did not feel anything. He began working. And Audrey went to the kitchen, bringing him a glass of water.

"Here is your water."

"Thank you!"

While Bryson was sending the information, Audrey thought of Kylee and called her.

"Grandma, I'm home now."

"Yes, he escorted me to the door."

Looking at Bryson with a helpless face, Audrey covered the microphone and said to him, "Well, Mr. Bryson, Grandma asks you to answer the phone."

Bryson took the phone from Audrey with his long, slender fingers.

"It's me, Grandma. I'll come back as soon as I'm done with something at work. Got it."

Then, Kylee said something else. Bryson replied, hanging up the phone.

Bryson continued to work, while Audrey stood at the side with embarrassment. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

They were alone...

Luckily, Bryson was a workaholic. He was focused on his work. Right after sending the information, he left.

Bryson returned to the underground parking lot.

Just as he was about to fasten his seat belt, his phone rang. Someone sent him a message.

He looked at the screen of his phone.

It was the findings of Audrey and Wendy's relationship with his subordinate. Seeing the findings, Bryson narrowed his eyes, looking gloomy and frightening.

Audrey Koch was Audrey Munn, Wendy Munn's half-sister and Julian Shaw's ex-fiancée.

...

Two days had passed since Alma went to the Cordova's. This day, Audrey spent the whole morning sorting out the information.

It was almost noon when a receptionist walked over.

"Audrey!"

"What's up?"

"There's a Miss Alma at the door. She said she was here for you."

"Miss Alma?" Audrey frowned.

Among the people she knew recently, there was only one person named Alma.

Audrey couldn't help but touch her forehead.

"Alright. I'll be right there."

Audrey walked outside the door, 'Of course it was Alma.'

"Miss Alma, what brings you here?" Audrey looked at Alma in surprise.

Alma smiled brightly when seeing Audrey.

"I'm here to visit you."

Audrey didn't know what to say.

'Visit me? For what?'

Holding Audrey's hand, Alma signaled Audrey to look outside the door, "It's almost lunchtime. I've ordered meals for everyone in your firm."

Audrey was speechless.

The meals were from a five-star hotel, and they were ... deluxe packages.

Audrey's colleagues all looked at Audrey with gratitude as they ate the meals, especially Freddy.

...

He was happy because he had saved money.

Freddy walked towards Audrey with a smile.

"Audrey, is this your friend?" Freddy said, "You are welcome to visit us at any time!"

Audrey didn't say anything.

She definitely wouldn't want that.

After Freddy left, Audrey touched her forehead again.

"Miss Alma, you don't need to do that."

Alma smiled.

"It's nothing. Besides, this is my first time here. I don't know what to bring for you, and I can only do these simple things."

Audrey said,

"Miss Alma, it's nice of you. Please go in and have a seat!"

"No!" Alma waved her hand, "I have things to do. I'll be leaving soon."

"Alright."

Then, Alma looked at Audrey with a bashful face, "And I come here today because I have to ask you something."

"Go ahead, please."

"I've booked a table at the Romance Restaurant. It's tonight. I want to ask Mr. Bryson out to dinner, but...."

Audrey knew what Alma meant.

'Alma had treated my colleagues and me, and I should help her with that.' After thinking, Audrey said,

"I'll ask him out for you."

Alma's eyes gleamed, "That'd be great."