Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 453: Senior Warner

Shane looked at the outfit she picked, a white blouse paired with a butterfly bow tie, and a pleated skirt on the lower half. It resembled her summer school uniform but was a bit more casual.

This youthful and vibrant outfit suited her well, but as for him... would it be trying too hard to look young?

He glanced at the men’s version, a relatively casual white shirt paired with navy blue trousers the same color as her skirt. He could still wear this outfit, as it wasn’t too different from his usual attire. But imagining Audrey Sutton in this outfit, looking about seventeen or eighteen, walking beside him—he couldn’t help but feel like "a cougar with a cub" written all over his face.

Shane hesitantly asked, "Do we really have to wear this?"

Audrey heard a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone and asked, "Does it not look good?"

Shane replied, "It looks good, but your usual clothes look better."

Who was Shane anyway? Someone who couldn’t say anything nice. Now that his words were so sweet, it seemed unusual to Audrey. She walked over, tugged at the tie still around his neck, and questioned him, "Do you not want to wear couple outfits with me?"

Shane laughed, raised his hand to embrace her slender waist, and looked at her, saying, "I wouldn’t mind wearing a wedding dress, but this set... indeed doesn’t seem quite right."

"What’s not right? I bought it according to your size, try it on, it will definitely fit."

Shane corrected, "I meant the style doesn’t quite fit."

Audrey took his set of clothes, as if ready to personally help him change, unbuttoning the shirt while saying, "Hurry up and try it on, I guarantee you’ll look especially handsome. Having a single style isn’t a good thing; with your great looks and figure, you can pull off any style. Don’t always wear suits, you’re going to class with me, not being my bodyguard."

Shane remained seated, silently expressing his inner reluctance.

Audrey took off his shirt, seeing his unwillingness to move, she pulled him up from the sofa, carelessly yanked off his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt, saying, "Just try it, if it doesn’t look good, you can hit me."

Shane didn’t stop her from changing his clothes, but just looked down and asked, "Do you also think I’m old? Is that why you bought me these youthful-looking clothes?"

Audrey paused her unbuttoning motion, glared at him and said, "What nonsense are you talking? Why would you think that? How are you old? At most, you’re mature, not old."

Shane asked, "Then why did you suddenly think of buying me these clothes?"

Audrey quietly resumed unbuttoning, pursing her lips, a bit embarrassed to reveal her true intention.

Shane reached out to pinch her chin, forcing her to look up, "Tell me."

Audrey shyly smiled, lowered her gaze and said, "I just wanted to experience campus life with you, to see what you were like at my age."

When Clarissa Morgan showed her that photo album, although it wasn’t enough to stir jealousy in her, it still left her feeling a sense of incompleteness.

So when she saw these couple outfits while shopping on the street today, this idea popped into her mind.

She wanted him to accompany her to school, go to class, eat in the cafeteria, go to the library to help her prepare for exams...

She wanted to experience what having him in her campus life would be like.

Whenever she saw young couples strolling hand in hand on campus, she always thought how great it would have been if she and Shane were of similar age and could be by each other’s side during their youthful years...

Hearing Audrey’s reason, Shane was taken aback for a bit, releasing her chin and sighing slightly, "Just for this?"

Audrey nodded, "So hurry and try it on. Your birthday is coming up soon, consider it fulfilling a small dream."

Shane cooperated by taking off his shirt, taking the clothes she had prepared, and while changing, joked, "It’s my birthday, why fulfill your little dream?"

Audrey said, "I don’t believe this isn’t your dream, too. Every time you’re at work you must be thinking of me, thinking about why you can’t be at school with me, right?"

Shane chuckled, glancing at her, "Nice story you came up with."

Of course, he wouldn’t admit it; he had indeed thought about it.

Audrey pouted, "Can’t you just pretend for me? You’re so unromantic. Hurry up and change your pants too, I’ll change mine."

Once they changed and stood in front of the full-length mirror, Audrey looked at his reflection, smiling foolishly, feeling like she saw what he was like at the age in the photo album.

And now, the person standing beside him is not Clarissa Morgan, but her.

Just this, made Audrey feel very content.

Since he finished changing, she kept complimenting his handsomeness.

Shane couldn’t tell if she was genuinely praising him or flattering him because she thought he might not like the outfit.

In any case, whether sincere or not, those words were quite pleasant to hear.

On the outside, Shane maintained a calm demeanor, though his heart was racing from her calling him "Senior Warner."

Under the same night sky, not everyone enjoyed the peace in the quiet night.

Quentin sat alone at home, staring at the photos coming through his phone.

After dinner, Clarissa Morgan left home again.

Still under the pretense of rehearsals.

Yet in the photos, she walked into a bar.

This time, the photos weren’t sent by Audrey but were from him suspecting Clarissa and having someone follow her.

He knew this was a sign of extreme mistrust, and he struggled before making the decision. But he found himself unable to turn a blind eye.

He wanted to find out the truth, yet feared knowing the truth.

He even reflected on himself, wondering if he hadn’t done enough, leading Clarissa to seek fun elsewhere.

Was it marriage that made her feel bored? Or was he too neglectful? Or... did she meet someone she fell for desperately?

Quentin couldn’t understand it. They were supposed to be happy together forever.

A new message came through on his phone, from his person sending the address of Clarissa’s current location, asking if he wanted to go.

Quentin stared at the message, unable to reply for a long time.

What could he do if he went? Confront her?

Listen to her repent? Or see her completely give up and want a divorce?

Quentin put down his phone and left the house.

He didn’t go to the bar; he just bought a pack of cigarettes from the convenience store downstairs.

He had never smoked, nor did he ever think he’d use cigarettes to drown his sorrows one day.

The living room gradually filled with smoke, accompanied by a man’s light coughing, blurring his vision until the wedding photo on the wall became hazy and unclear...