The Divorcee Amazed the World

In her haste, her face blushed again.

Not just her face, but her neck and wrists were also tinted with a shallow layer of warmth from the hot water, like delicate blossoms on white snow.

Pure and charming, mixed with a hint of coquettishness, it was both innocent and irresistible.

Willis pressed his lips against hers, not allowing her to speak again. His thumb gently massaged her soft lips, “You’re quite enticing right now.”

Enticing?

Helena was momentarily stunned, never expecting to align herself with such a captivating word.

She moved back a little, her watery eyes gazing at him, “Could you please leave first?”

Willis used his fingers to sweep aside her damp strands of hair, tucking them behind her ear, and said in a gentle tone, “Let’s go out together.”

Without waiting for Helena’s response, he bent down, lifting her dripping form from the water. He turned on the shower, rinsed away the foam from her body, then wrapped her in a large bath towel, cradling her like one would carry a child into the bedroom.

Placing her on the bed, he carefully moved her injured hand to the top of her head.

He covered her, lightly biting her chin, then began kissing down along her collarbone with meticulous attention.

Helena’s body couldn’t resist his teasing, but her heart was resistant.

She tried to push him away with her uninjured hand.

However, his strength was overwhelming, and her feeble attempt only added to his amusement…

After finish sexed.

Helena, breathing lightly, said, “I thought you liked coquettes. Why did you touch someone like me?”

Willis, unaware of her discomfort, pinched her waist and casually remarked, “You were coquette just now. I liked it a lot.” He added a hint of seductiveness to his tone.

Helena didn’t believe men’s flirtatious words in bed.

She raised her head, gazing at his handsome jawline, thinking, “Men are truly mysterious creatures. They can love one person, yet it doesn’t stop them from sleeping with someone else.”

Women, on the other hand, couldn’t do that. If the heart didn’t love, the body couldn’t accept.

Willis’s hand slid down her back, gripping her waist, and he nuzzled her hair. He said, “At the end of the month, it’s my mother’s birthday. Since you’re not working lately, come over in the evening and join the celebration. It would be lively, and you’re too quiet.”

Said unintentionally, heard intentionally.

Helena felt a ripple in her heart and asked, “Too quiet? Does that mean I’m boring?”

Willis thought for a moment, “No, you’re interesting. The way you seduced me just now could make me laugh for a year.”

“opps.” Helena lightly tapped his chest.

Willis chuckled, holding her hand, “What I mean is, you’re so young; you should be full of vitality. Being too restrained is not good for your physical and mental well-being.”

“Alright, I’ll go tomorrow to buy a birthday gift for my mom. What should I get her?”

“Anything will do. She likes bags.”

“Okay.”

The two of them lay quietly for over ten minutes.

Willis picked up her injured hand and examined it carefully, asking, “Did your hand get bumped just now?”

“No.”

“How about your legs? Are they sore?”

Helena moved her legs and said, “Yes, they’re sore.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

He lifted the blanket, grabbed one of her legs, and gently started massaging, first the calf, then the thigh, with a quite skillful technique.

Helena was extremely sensitive to his touch. After a few rubs, her face turned red, her heartbeat accelerated, and her body gradually warmed up.From NôvelDrama.Org.

She met him and married him on their first encounter. In the first two years, he couldn’t stand on his legs, and his temper was bad.

Even with a handsome face, it was difficult to love him when he was always gloomy. At that time, she felt more grateful toward him.

True love only blossomed in the last year. For her, they were still in the honeymoon phase. Unfortunately, he abruptly severed it with a simple “let’s break up.”

Feeling a bit upset, her eyes unintentionally became misty.

Willis, unaware of her thoughts, looked at her wet eyes, recalling her serious attempts to tease him earlier, and became interested again. He said, “If your legs are sore, another round should fix it and make them feel better.”

Helena always felt his reasoning was a bit twisted.

But he didn’t give her time to carefully consider; he pressed down again…

Suddenly, the phone rang.

However, men in such moments had no interest in answering calls.

He held Helena’s slender waist with one hand, reaching for the bedside table with the other. He casually swiped across the phone, inadvertently accepting the call.

Susan on the other end of the phone perked up her ears, listening to a series of sweet and delicate calls through the phone.

The voice was so charming that it made the scalp tingle.

A sense of blockage filled her heart, as if someone had inserted a piece of prickly pear cactus, causing a stinging pain.

She gritted her teeth and listened for a while, hung up in annoyance, thru the phone onto the sofa, and said to Grace with frustration, “Mom, I want to kill Helena.”

Grace stared at Susan’s splinted left hand, then touched her own nose, saying bitterly, “I want to kill her too.”

“Has there been any news from Lily?”

“I inquired. She was sold to a remote mountainous area in the northwest. It’s a place with poor mountains and treacherous waters, rough locals, no phone signal, and no electricity. She’ll be forced to bear many children, and if she tries to escape, her legs will be broken, and she’ll be tortured into madness. She won’t be able to leave that place for the rest of her life.”

Susan nodded, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes. “I want to sell Helena to that place too. Can you contact that human trafficker?”

Grace suddenly became emotional, “No! Please don’t act recklessly!”

Susan, annoyed, clenched her teeth, “But seeing her being intimate with Willis annoys me!”

“That BITCH, as soon as her hand got injured, after two days, your hand got smashed with a comminuted fracture. The man who smashed your hand is blatantly warning you not to provoke Helena; otherwise, your fate will be worse than hers. Before identifying that man, you must not touch Helena. Remember that?”

Susan sneered, “Who is that man? It’s been so many days, why hasn’t he been caught?”

“That man is very cunning. The police dispatched a special squad, searched for more than ten days, but couldn’t find him. There’s only a blurry picture of his back, and we can’t even issue a wanted order. Your dad and your brother also sent people to look for him, but with no results.”

Susan rubbed her throbbing temples impatiently, “Have you checked Helena’s call records?”

“We did. There are not many people in her call records, and we can’t find any suspicious ones. Judging from Helena’s demeanor, she probably doesn’t even know who it is.”

Susan sneered, “According to what you’re saying, is that man silently guarding her from behind?”

“Most likely, but I don’t know what he’s after.” Grace disdainfully curled her lips.

Susan sarcastically remarked, “A country bumpkin like him, how can he have such a defender? Is that man blind? What does he love Helena? Besides a decent face and proficiency in restoring ancient paintings, what does she have? She’s like a block of wood.”

The block of wood in her mouth, Helena, sexed with Willis tonight.

Tired, she lay in his arms like she had no bones, soon falling into a deep sleep.

Willis got up to take a shower.

Returning to bed, he lay down next to her, propping his chin with his hand, staring at her quietly and delicate face for a long time.

He lowered his head, gently kissed her forehead, and said in a low voice, “If you call out for your ‘Jay’ in your dreams again tonight, I’ll be really angry.”