Mr Carroll Went Crazy After Divorce

“Come on.” he said as he walking to the bathroom, “Take a good rest after you come back.”

With a nod to him, Nevaeh Burns did not lose her grip on a triumph smile until she heard the shower from the bathroom.

Sion Carroll was a man of principle.

He would not eat his words, so his marriage with Aurora Robertson must game-over.

Then he would be with her.

However, after completing his shower, Sion Carroll paced out and apologized, “Sorry, I cannot send you home now, for the hospital called me for an urgent surgery.”

Nevaeh Burns as considering as always, responded quickly, “Never mind. I can go back by my own. Surgeries come first. Just go at once.”

Sion Carroll said with a nod, “Ok, I’ll leave now Call me if you need.”

“Ok.”

As soon as Sion Carroll vanished from sight, Nevaeh relaxed at length and laughed to herself in satisfaction. She could not control but think about Aurora Robertson. She won, the man, even though at this moment Aurora Robertson was his wife. But after today, his wife would be and only be her.

Nevaeh Burns opened the duvet and stared coldly at the bloody marks on the bed sheet, snickering.

She tore the sheet off the bed and threw it hard to the ground. Then her phone rang.

With a glimpse at the name on the screen, Nevaeh Burns chuckled and answered, “Hello, Aunt Maisy.”

The call was from Maisy Carroll.

“Hi, Nevaeh. How are you! I forgot to ask about the last night. For your request to stop Aurora Robertson to attend the wedding, I apologize for my incapability. Did she make any trouble to you?”

To Nevaeh Burns’s disappointment, Maisy Carroll who had nothing to do with Aurora Robertson and allowed her to appear in the wedding at length was an unreliable ally.

But it did not matter.

“Don’t worry. Last night…Sion spent a whole night with me in the hotel, and he promised to go to divorce with Aurora Robertson today, and be responsive to me.”

The pithy line was a good statement, revealing what happened now.

Sensing the message implied by Navaeh Burns, Maisy Carroll bursted into laugh and said, “Congradulations. Sion will live up his promise. And you are the only one who is good enough to be my daughter-in-law.”

“Aunt,” Nevaeh Burns said, putting on the shy voice, “I know you are eager to be grandmother. I promise you I will try best to fulfill your dream as early as possible.”

Nevaeh Burns looked cold when she was talking.

After today when Sion Carroll cut off his marriage, she had abundant chances to carry a baby for him.

When Aurora Robertson reached home, it was dawn already.

She rushed to the bathroom to have a thorough clean.

As the water fell down into gentle streams across her cheeks, she did not recoil but stood still with eyes closing, as if the water could wake her up from the chaos in her mind.

But no matter how hard she cleanse, she could not get rid of the smell of sex.

The sexy scenario came back to her without control.

Sion Carroll…

He was that gentle, restrained, sexy, even brutal… She had never seen him like this before. “Aurora, please never raise divorce with me…”

“Aurora, Keep away from the other man, please.”

“At ease, Aurora..”

The low and appealing voice resonated in her ears. Aurora Robertson covered her face with hands, with a stream leaking out from her fingers. She had no idea if that was tear or water.

She could not figure out the reason why Sion Carroll asked Nevaeh Burns to come before having sex with her.

Was there any misunderstanding?

She snickered in bitter mockery at her silly thought.

She was search for excuse for the man under the effect of sex relation.

Aurora Robertson shook her head to get rid of the thought. The only thing she needed to do was to wait, for a reply from Sion Carroll.

She just wondered what decision he would make.

…

This was a sunny day. It was 9am under the T-shine’s office building.

Albie Doyle sat inside the car, watching outside the window.

Seeing the staffs rushing into the building, he stretched his suit, pushed the door opened and got off the car.

“Is she here now?”

His new secretary, Cory Bird, quickly figured out what he meant and replied, “Maybe not yet. How about Chairman going to the office firstly? And I will lead Ms. Robertson upstairs to meet you when she shows up?”

“Ok,” Albie Doyle responded.

But his paces suddenly paused when they reached the lift. Albie Doyle turned around and asked, “Does my suit look good?”

“…Of course, very good.”

Cory Bird could not control but think that, how could his boss’s suit looked bad, for each suit in Albie Doyle’s wardrobe was custom made and worth for Cory’s 2-months salary?

But he was not that bravery to express it. He put on a serious expression, to match his cautious boss.

Listening to Cory Bird’s flattery, Albie Doyle stretched his collar again before he entered the lift.

But Cory Bird’s message several minutes later disappointed Albie Doyle.

A tall, slim man stood before the French window, with one hand in the pocket of his trousers, and the other holding a cup of black coffee.

His expression changed significantly, from the expectation in the morning to somber at this moment.

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Cory Bird touched his nose awkwardly, and muted.

Albie Doyle at length dialed the number Aurora Robertson gave him yesterday after a thought.

When the phone rang, Aurora Robertson sat on the bed, waiting Sion Carroll’s call.

The sparkle lit on her eyes as the phone buzzing and soon dimmed away when she saw the name on the screen.

“Hi, Brother…”

“Aurora, why don’t you come to office? Is there anything wrong?”

The caring voice from the phone nearly melted down Aurora Robertson’s defense she had already built up, and lifted the tide of grievance, with a touch of melancholy.

“Something…happened.”

She pulled herself into the duvet deeper, said, with a vague voice, “I will tell you when I am back to office.”

She preferred to listen to Sion Carroll’s reply first.

She would not missed his call, so she just wanted to finished the call with Albie Doyle first.

“Something really important?” Albie Doyle asked.

“Yes,” Aurora Robertson confirmed with a heavy nod, “very important.”

“Fine. Then I hope that is something great for you.”

Aurora murmured in dull expression, “Hope so.”

After the call was over, Aurora Robertson gazed at the phone, pondering.

It was nearly noon.

Why did Sion Carroll not yet call?

Had he still be with Nevaeh Burns till now?

Or was he already in the hospital?

The phone, held in her hand, buzzed again, with a tingling shaking, as if it was lodging a protest.

Aurora Robertson was pulled back from her thought. This time, it was from Sion Carroll at last.

She held up the phone at once, and answered with apprehension, “Hello…”

“Are you at home now?”

The man’s voice, calm and low, set her nerves tingling as if there was an electric shock.

“Yes, I am at home now…Do you have anything to tell?” Aurora Robertson asked.

Out of her expectation, the man at the other side on phone sank into silence.

But other than chasing, she just waited, hoping for an answer she wanted.

Seconds later, Sion Carroll broke through the silence by a sentence.

A sentence that Aurora Robertson would not forget for her whole life.

“Didn’t you plan to divorce today? You can set off now, and let’s meet outside the Register Office.”