Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO
Chapter 132
Audrey’s POV
The voice froze me in place. My body stiffened instinctively. Though I’d been divorced from Blake Parker for only days, hearing his voice still triggered a physical reaction I couldn’t control.
I forced a breath before turning around. Blake stood in the doorway, his tall frame commanding the space without effort.
“Giving them jewelry assistant services was something you agreed to,” he said. “Yet you haven’t done this job once, and you’re already bad–mouthing your employers?”
George Mei jumped up, eyes wide.
“Mr. Parker!” he exclaimed. “What a surprise to see you here at our little studio!”
He rushed over, completely forgetting me as he extended his hand to Blake.
“The last time we met was at William Parker’s birthday celebration,” George said eagerly. “Do you
remember?”
Blake nodded briefly. “I do.”
“What an excellent memory!” George beamed. “To remember someone as minor as me!”
“Hmm,” Blake murmured.
His eyes shifted to me. “Audrey.”
I kept my face blank as I turned fully toward him. Years of practice had taught me how to hide my
reactions to Blake Parker.
“Mr. Parker,” I replied evenly.
face before his
Our eyes met, and I deliberately emptied my gaze. Something flickered across Blake’s ! expression returned to its familiar coldness.
“Laurel and Thalia are picking dresses,” he stated. “I’m here to take you to them.”
I nodded once. “Alright.”
I grabbed the envelope from George’s desk and dropped it in my bag. Blake watched r frowning slightly.
“Let’s go,” I said, walking toward the door.
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Have a good evening, Mr. Parker!” George called after us.
Blake didn’t answer, Just followed me out.
I used to handle everything myself back when we were married. I never asked Blake for rides, even if it meant getting soaked in the rain. I was afraid of seeming Spoiled or demanding. I thought being: “understanding” meant never complaining, never asking.
Then I watched how Blake catered to Laurel’s every whim, and I realized he didn’t want someone understanding. Or rather, no matter how understanding I was, he still preferred Laurel,
We reached his car outside. I opened the passenger door and spotted a pink lipstick on the seat- Laurel’s shade. I closed the door and moved to the back seat instead.
Blake started the engine, then noticed my position in the rearview mirror.
“Need to keep things so formal?” he asked, almost mocking.
“That’s Miss Rose’s lipstick,” I replied simply. “She’s left it on your passenger seat. The message seems clear. I wouldn’t want to be inappropriate.”
Blake noticed the lipstick, immediately frowning. “Laurel touched up her makeup when we went dress shopping. She probably just forgot it.”
I said nothing, just offered a cold smile. At this moment, his phone rang through the car speakers. He glanced at the screen before answering.
“Blake darling, where are you?” Laurel’s voice filled the car. “Thalia and I tried on some dresses, and when we came out, you were gone. The sales girl said you left. What’s going on?”
“I came to get Audrey,” Blake replied.
A brief silence followed.
“What for?” Laurel asked, her voice cooler.
“You and Thalia are trying dresses, Blake explained. “But dresses look best with the right jewelry. Since we’ve hired Audrey as your jewelry assistant, I thought she could help coordinate pieces.”
“She probably knows less about jewelry than I do,” Laurel said dismissively. “When will you be back? I don’t like you spending time alone with her.”
“We’re already on our way, Miss Rose,” I said.
A shocked gasp came through the speakers. “What? Blake darling, are you putting me on speaker with her there?”
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“How could you?” The hurt in her voice was theatrical. “You’re sharing our private conversation with another woman! You don’t respect me at all!”
Blake panicked he hated when Laurel cried. He frantically tried comforting her through the phone while getting out of the driver’s seat. He opened the passenger door and motioned for me to take over driving.
It seemed he planned to focus entirely on soothing Laurel during the ride.
I obediently opened my door, got out, and slid into the driver’s seat. As I started driving, Blake devoted all his attention to the call.
“We’re in the car, Laurel. It’s too small a space,” he said, his tone suddenly gentle. “I wouldn’t broadcast our conversation on purpose. It was just coincidence…”
The cold, unyielding man I’d been married to was now bending over backward to soothe Laurel’s
manufactured emotions.
“Fine, I’ll buy you flowers, Blake said suddenly. “What kind do you want?”
He listened a moment, then nodded. “Okay, I’ll ask her.”
Blake ended the call and glanced back. “Do you know about flowers?”
“Some,” I replied.
“Come with me to buy Laurel flowers to apologize,‘ he said, not meeting my eyes.
I was shocked, staring at him without saying anything. I’d never imagined hearing “apologize” from Blake Parker’s mouth. During our marriage, whether fighting with me or William, Blake never yielded
or admitted fault.
William and I always found ways to smooth things over without making Blake acknowledge he was wrong. I thought that was just his nature – proud and unyielding.
Yet here he was, volunteering to apologize because Laurel was upset about a call on speaker.
“Is there something on my face?”
Noticing I was staring at him, Blake frowned and instinctively reached up to touch his face.
I
1 snapped back to reality. The traffic light had already changed.
1 pressed the gas pedal, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “I just never thought I’d he… you talk about apologizing or knowing what women like.”
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Blake shifted uncomfortably. “Laurel is different. I don’t want to argue with her or upset her.”
“Of course,” I replied softly. “Miss Rose is special to you.”
Three years ago, when Blake was a vegetative patient, Laurel abandoned him completely. Three years later, he still held her in the palm of his hand.
He could even forgive Laurel for abandoning him, why would he care about such a trivial matter as
this?
The car slowed near a flower shop. I parked in an available space,
“Did Laurel say what flowers she likes?” I asked, unbuckling.
“Red roses,” Blake replied.
A sad smile touched my line
“How romantic.”
Red roses weren’t about Laurel’s preference but about what they symbolized from Blake. Red roses were for lovers, each number carrying its own meaning – all expressions of passionate love.
I entered the flower shop without waiting for Blake. Inside, I went straight to the roses and selected a large, vibrant bouquet of deep crimson blooms.
I held them against my chest, checking the arrangement before looking up at Blake. “How about these?”
I’d seen Blake’s attempts at choosing flowers before. Early in our relationship, he’d bring me bouquets with clashing colors and wilting stems from random shops. Total disasters.
If he handed Laurel that kind of mess, her mood would crater. I needed Laurel happy so I could finish this job quickly and go home. Self–preservation, nothing more.
“You’ve got a great eye!” The florist appeared beside us.
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