My Versatile Wife

Chapter 11---Stop Showing Off

Henry's cold words didn't deter Aurora.

He asked seriously, "Since you're here, I need to ask you something. Where were you last night? Why didn't you answer my calls?"

Aurora's eyes flickered slightly.

Henry had indeed called her several times that night, but she was with Timothy and hadn't heard a thing.

She saw the missed calls this morning but didn't feel the need to respond.

Given their current relationship, whether it was concern or scolding, it was no longer appropriate.

Thinking this, she ran a hand through her hair and replied lazily, "Henry, are you some kind of onion?"

"What?" Henry was taken aback.

"If you're not an onion, why should I have to answer every time you call?"

Henry stared blankly for a moment before finally understanding her meaning, and immediately flew into a rage.

"Aurora! Don't be so ungrateful! I was worried about you!"

"Oh? Does Emily know how much you care about me?"

She tilted her eyes upward, giving him a half-smile.

Henry's expression shifted. He was furious, yet couldn't utter a word.

Just then, a bright, sweet voice came from the entrance of the Villa.

"Henry!"

They turned to see Emily running out in a light purple long-sleeved dress.

At the sight of her, Henry's expression softened. He strode toward her.

"Why did you come out? And dressed so lightly? It's windy outside."

"I'm fine, I'm not cold," Emily said, smiling up at him. Then her gaze landed on Aurora, and she paused briefly.

Immediately, she flashed a sweet smile and hurried over.

"Sister, you haven't left yet? Didn't you drive? Want me to have the driver take you?"

Aurora looked at her gentle, kind expression and curled her lips mockingly. "No thanks, I'll take a taxi."

Emily hesitated, then said with a smile, "Sister, don't be so stubborn. It's hard to get a taxi out here, and it's so late. It's not safe for you to go home alone. Let me send a driver with you."

With that, she waved to a servant.

"Go get a driver to take my sister home."

The servant nodded and turned to leave.

Aurora watched her, acting as if she were already the mistress of the Wright family, and suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

Five years ago, Emily had still been a country girl, and back then, neither she nor her mother had any voice in this household. In just a few short years, everything had changed.

Aurora sneered inwardly, and showed no kindness on her face. Coldly, she said, "Emily, are you deaf? When did I agree to let your driver take me?"

Emily froze, caught in Aurora's cold gaze, shrinking back slightly as if frightened by her harsh tone.

"Sister, please don't be angry. I was just worried about you."

"Worried about me?" Aurora sneered, stepping forward playfully. "The same person who just teamed up with Grandma to pressure me is now talking about concern? Emily, don't you worry that if you wear a hypocritical mask for too long, you won't be able to take it off?"

Emily's face turned slightly pale, and a thin layer of mist instantly gathered in her delicate eyes.

"Sister… I only wanted to look out for you. How can you say such things…"

Her trembling figure looked so frail and pitiful that Henry couldn't stand it any longer. He strode forward and pulled her into his arms.

Then he glared furiously at Aurora.

"Aurora! Can't you stop speaking in such biting, sarcastic ways—like a porcupine that pricks anyone who comes near? Emily only meant well. If you don't want her help, just refuse politely. Why say things that hurt her feelings?"

Aurora looked at Henry fiercely protecting Emily, paused for a moment, then curled her lips in mockery, her heart turning icy cold.

After all, during their six years together, Henry hadn't treated her badly. In fact, he'd been gentle and considerate—otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen so deeply, staying for six whole years.

But she couldn't understand: if he loved Emily so much, why hadn't he broken up with her earlier?

She wasn't someone who couldn't accept defeat. If he'd broken up with her honestly and then been with Emily, she might have been heartbroken, but she wouldn't have said a word.

But no—he waited until she caught them in bed together, until everything was exposed and the situation became unbearable and humiliating!

Aurora turned her head away and said coldly, "If you don't want to get hurt, then stay far away from me. I've warned you both: don't flaunt your affection in front of me. Haven't you heard the saying? 'Flaunt your love, die fast.'"

"You—!"

Henry was furious. Emily quickly stepped in. "Henry, it's okay. Sister's in a bad mood. Let's not hold it against her…"

Henry pointed at Aurora in anger but finally just swung his arm down hard.

"Fine! I won't argue with you. But with your icy attitude and prickly personality, no man will ever want you! Don't come crying later! Emily, let's go!"

He stormed off, pulling Emily into the Villa.

Aurora stood alone in the cold night breeze, suddenly shivering.

No one would want her?

A dull ache spread through her chest, and her eyes stung.

But she tilted her head up, blinked hard, and forced the sting back down.

Then she mocked herself bitterly.

What was there to cry about?

She'd heard far worse. A dog's mouth can't produce ivory—why bother arguing with a dog?

She took several deep breaths to calm her emotions.

Just then, two sharp beeps rang out from the front.

Aurora looked up. In the deep darkness, a black Rolls-Royce approached her position.

The bright headlights blinded her, forcing her to raise a hand and squint. Soon, the car passed her and stopped in front.

"Aurora! Long time no see!"

Owen, Timothy's assistant, stepped out. Aurora recognized him, of course—they'd met that morning.

She forced a smile, feeling awkward. "Why are you here?"

"Mr. Hart just finished a dinner meeting and happened to pass by. He noticed someone standing by the roadside who looked like you, so he told me to stop."

With that, he grinned and opened the car door, bowing slightly. "Miss Wright, please."

Aurora hesitated.

She looked toward the man sitting inside the car. He sat quietly, one elbow resting on the window, gazing outside—she couldn't tell at what. He looked relaxed, almost lazy.

His handsome profile was indistinct in the night shadows, but the cool, distant aura radiating from him made it clear he remained aloof and indifferent.

After a pause, she finally got in.

The moment she entered, she was hit by a strong smell of alcohol.

She froze slightly and instinctively blurted, "You've been drinking?"