Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 471: He Was My Treasure All Along

Flora Lane slapped Audrey Sutton’s butt playfully and said with a mischievous smile, "How often do you guys do it?"

Seraphina Vaughn: "How long does it last each time?"

Barry Barrett: "How does it feel?"

Audrey Sutton blushed as she pushed them towards the door, saying, "You guys should get yourselves men and find out how it feels!"

Phoebe King: "I bet my Shane, being single for over twenty years, can’t satisfy you?"

"Enough already! If you don’t stop, I’ll set General on you!"

The group noisily went downstairs, leaving Audrey Sutton to quickly shut the room door, suddenly regretting bringing this group of cheeky women home.

Outside, the rain intensified, while inside, the heat from the hotpot filled the room, and the side dishes were laid out on the plates.

No one rushed to start eating. Instead, they took their phones to snap a picture together and posted it on their social media before starting to eat.

Normally, the steamy, spicy hotpot would make Audrey Sutton drool, and earlier at the supermarket, she wanted to buy everything she saw. But now, with the food in the pot, she simply swirled her chopsticks and brought out nothing, seemingly losing her appetite.

"Ding dong—"

The phone left on the sofa rang; Audrey Sutton hurried to the living room to retrieve it. As expected, it was a message from Shane Warner: I barely left, and you invite a bunch of people over for a gathering? Were you hoping I’d leave?

Audrey Sutton, smiling, replied to Shane Warner as she walked to the dining table: You left me all alone, so I invited them.

Shane Warner: It’s okay to have fun, but clean up the house afterward. If I return to find it a mess, I’ll be cleaning up but it’ll be you.

Audrey Sutton was about to respond when Phoebe King snatched her phone, frowning and saying, "Just eat without staring at your phone. Today is a day for women; no stinky men allowed."

With that, Phoebe King quickly sent Shane Warner a voice message from Audrey’s phone: "I’ve kidnapped your wife, send the one million ransom to my account quickly."

After speaking, Phoebe King tossed the phone aside and added two pieces of tripe to Audrey’s bowl: "Weren’t you craving it when buying earlier? I’ve cooked it for you, hurry and eat."

Audrey Sutton picked up her chopsticks, saying, "I smelled the cooking oil while making the broth, and now, I’m still not feeling hungry."

Barry Barrett: "You haven’t even touched your chopsticks, and you’re already not eating? Did the Third Young Master ask you to lose weight?"

Audrey Sutton pouted and said, "I’m not fat at all! Besides, even if I were, he wouldn’t dare complain."

Flora Lane: "I’m starving; I didn’t eat breakfast, so I’ll start without formalities."

Audrey Sutton: "Does anyone want a drink? I feel like having plum juice."

Flora Lane: "Sure, sure, plum juice can cut the grease a bit, let’s get a few glasses."

Watching Audrey Sutton reaching for her phone, Seraphina Vaughn offered her own, saying, "I’ll order it. Anything besides plum juice?"

Barry Barrett: "I want a strawberry milkshake."

Phoebe King: "Audrey, did you go to the hospital to check? Not hungry for food yet craving plum juice — could you really be pregnant?"

Audrey Sutton paused, considering her recent odd symptoms. Her appetite was great a few days ago, eating multiple times a day and all of a sudden feeling sleepy, thinking it may be due to the cooler weather.

The fact was her period was a few days late, but her doctor mentioned after her minor abortion the period’s irregularity would be normal.

As for loving sour flavors, she’d always enjoyed them.

Disregarding these symptoms, she didn’t embody the distinct signs of pregnancy.

Audrey Sutton felt scared, fearing disappointment from excessively hoping, but also being careless like before. After eating a slice of cantaloupe from the fruit platter, she said, "I’ll wait until my husband comes back and ask him to go to the hospital with me for a checkup."

Phoebe King: "Why not buy a pregnancy test kit from the pharmacy?"

Audrey Sutton: "I’ve never used one before, don’t know how."

Seraphina Vaughn: "Oh, it’s simple, just in the morning..."

Seraphina Vaughn didn’t finish her sentence, noticing everyone simultaneously looking at her with the expression of analyzing a deeper story : "Don’t overthink, I’m still single, it was my cousin who used it, besides isn’t there a manual? Reading it makes things clear."

Audrey Sutton: "Let’s eat first. Anyway, he’ll be back in a couple of days; as a father, he should attend the first prenatal checkup."

Phoebe King: "If it turns out to be a false alarm, poor Shane would have his father’s heart broken."

Audrey Sutton promptly defended him: "How is he old? He’s quite young, he’ll only turn twenty-nine in a few days."

Flora Lane: "Oh my, can’t even mention it — defending him like a treasure."

Audrey Sutton shamelessly grinned and said, "Well, he is my treasure."

Barry Barrett stuffed a big chopstick of food into Audrey Sutton’s bowl: "That’s enough, eat up, eat up! So much food, can’t shut that mouth of yours."

With steamy hotpot, laughter and chatter abounded, leaving nothing unsaid.

The hospital.

Light rain accompanied by a gentle breeze fell leisurely, dampening the yellow fallen leaves, sticking them onto the pavement, adding to the desolate scene.

Miles Sterling had just taken Vanessa Sterling to the hospital for a check-up. Although she didn’t sustain any internal injuries from last night’s incident, the examination revealed many issues, and the doctor said she needs careful recovery.

Vanessa Sterling’s health has never been good. During her growing years, she lacked proper care, making recovery difficult now.

Nobody took care of her since childhood, and she hardly knows how to take care of herself. All she ever cooks is scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and she probably eats instant noodles the most.

The driver parked the car at the hospital entrance, and Miles Sterling opened the back door to get Vanessa Sterling into the car, instructing the driver, "Take her home."

Miles Sterling didn’t get in the car; he watched the driver drive away.

Watching the car fade into the distance, he felt a bit relieved.

Thankful she wasn’t out of his control because of last night’s incident, she grew colder towards him but didn’t resort to defiance. When asked to step out in the morning, she complied; during the hospital examination, she cooperated fully.

He arranged for a psychiatrist to visit her at home in the afternoon, unsure if it would help; he just thought having someone chat with her would be nice since she doesn’t want to talk to him now.

Watching her car leave, he headed to the hospital parking lot, started his own vehicle, and drove towards Clarissa Morgan’s dance studio...

After pondering overnight, he concluded only that woman would resort to such low tactics.

Though puzzled by why Clarissa Morgan would do such a thing, she absolutely shouldn’t have involved Vanessa Sterling.