Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 656: Gu Three Minutes

Clarissa looked at the closed door, feeling something was off since Faye didn’t finish what she started.

Will Faye really help her?

Clarissa picked up the clothes by the bed and quickly put them on.

Anyway, everything will be clear by tonight.

After Faye left the room, she anxiously went to find Morgan and Jasmine.

She went to the place where Morgan was supposed to be and noticed nothing but messy footprints in the snow, no sign of either of them.

Following the direction of the footprints, she headed towards the kitchen and at the corridor corner outside the kitchen, she saw the two of them having a tug of war.

Jasmine shook Morgan’s arm and coquettishly said to him, "Show it to me, I promise not to tell anyone else."

Morgan held his phone high, pulling Jasmine into the room, saying, "What’s there to see? Promise Brother Quinn you won’t tell anyone what you just saw."

Jasmine pursed her lips, bargaining with him, "Show me what you shot, and I’ll keep your secret."

Morgan replied, "It’s not something you should see."

Jasmine said, "Everyone has their quirks, I won’t laugh at you. You like taking sneak shots, I like watching them, we’re a perfect match. Let me admire your work."

Jasmine thought, that video might come in handy with Faye in the future.

Morgan was a bit frustrated, "I’m not a pervert! I don’t like taking sneak shots!"

After saying that, he tugged Jasmine into the room.

The woman Jasmine could be annoying, but her looks were at least decent. During this little tussle with Morgan, it resembled the playful banter between young couples, which made Faye feel slightly uncomfortable.

Is it because Jasmine slept with him, thus stirring a vague sense of possessiveness? But he’s slept with so many women, many of whom he can’t even remember when he meets them again, so there’s no point in talking about possessiveness. Once the pants are up, they’re nobody to each other, and why care who she ends up with afterward?

Faye thought the discomfort probably stemmed from seeing his buddy Morgan fall into the trap similar to one he fell into before, while knowing Jasmine is a con artist.

"Ahem—" Faye deliberately coughed, walking towards where the two were.

Upon seeing Faye, Jasmine immediately teased, "Wow, President Xavier, you’re quick! Just now, when I saw you your clothes weren’t even off, it hasn’t even been three minutes and you’re out? Can you manage?"

Faye, with a grim expression, sneered lightly, answering, "Exactly, can you not judge?"

Jasmine said, "Now it’s clear, someone not only lacks innate qualities but also has a special title."

Jasmine stated word by word, "Faye, Three, Minutes!"

"Pfft!" Morgan couldn’t help but burst into laughter, but upon seeing Faye’s face, which seemed like he was ready to devour someone, Morgan quickly hid his smile and stepped up to Faye, saying, "The video’s got quite an intense visual feel, won’t work without mosaicking properly, grabbing some screengrabs should do."

"Send it to my phone," Faye said and, with a glare at Jasmine, strode into the room.

Jasmine leaned towards Morgan, "Brother Quinn, send me a copy too, please."

Morgan shot her a glance, "All you know is messing around! Get inside, it’s freezing out here!"

Audrey was unaware of all this, she had just finished two rounds of Werewolf and it was close to six o’clock when Simon called them down to eat.

Descending the stairs, Audrey learned that Clarissa left a bit after four, saying she had some business and her assistant came to pick her up.

Without causing any trouble before leaving, Audrey found that quite unusual; it wasn’t like Clarissa’s usual behavior at all.

Nevertheless, with Clarissa gone, Audrey felt relieved, not having to be so constantly on guard.

The barbecue party in the evening was lively, and Audrey had a delicious time.

Most of the attendees were young lads from the entertainment circle, each boasting versatile talents in playing instruments and singing, it practically seemed like a mini private concert.

Yet the more bustling the atmosphere, the more Audrey missed Shane, wishing he could be by her side to make it perfect.

She shared some short clips with Shane to show the lively scene here and Shane sent her some photos in return.

Christmas abroad is much more grandiose than at home; his surroundings clearly were more festive.

But Audrey knew he was simply capturing the cheerful moments, himself away in a foreign land, probably seeing such merriness made him want to return home all the more.

She was also certain Shane missed her terribly, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Around nine, Hazel called, asking Audrey and Phoebe to head back.

The usually playful Phoebe today seemed absent-mindedly eager to return.

Because Stephen hadn’t come to see her, not all day.

On the way back, Audrey comforted Phoebe, surprised that her brother was indeed this composed.

Could it be that men are adept at silent wars?

Her past cold wars with Shane had practically never been won, she had experienced this kind of agony herself hence she understood Phoebe’s feelings well.

Upon reaching home, the house was brightly lit; just at the entrance, one could already feel the homely warmth.

Hearing the car sounds outside, Hazel opened the door, standing there welcoming them, "Heading out to play in such cold? Quick, come in, made some ginger water to soak your feet and fend off the cold."

Audrey entered, seeing Norman on the couch in the living room engrossed in a game on his phone.

Fourth brother sat on the other side of the couch, cuddling a small kitten while watching TV.

The other brothers seemed absent, including Stephen.

Hazel called, fetching the foot bath and asked Norman, "Six, come help your sister carry the foot basin over."

Norman replied in annoyance, "For good things, I get no share, but such menial tasks, you always call me."

Audrey leaned closer, snatching his phone, saying, "Quick, go help, I’ll take over your game."

Despite grumbling, Norman got up to carry the footbath over.

Ever since Audrey’s miscarriage, he felt quite guilty about it, and now, though he often bantered with Audrey, things had improved; at least now he knew his limits during gaming.

While Audrey and Phoebe soaked their feet in the living room, Stephen descended from upstairs.

Phoebe glanced at him, then turned her head away, pretending not to notice Stephen.

Stephen reached down, first pouring himself a glass of water, then rummaged through a bag on the coffee table for some cold medicine, leisurely picking out the capsules, as if deliberately doing so in front of Phoebe.

Despite missing each other, neither took the initiative to speak, both waiting for the other to start.

The rest were unaware of their argument, while those in the know like Audrey deliberately urged Phoebe, saying, "Sister Phoebe, weren’t you feeling dizzy and nauseated? You barely ate tonight, vomited everything on the way back, aren’t you hungry now? Craving anything?"