The Divorcee Amazed the World

Back at Moon Villa, their residence.

They got out of the car.

Willis held her hand and walked towards the front door.

Helena lowered her head to glance at the hand he was holding. They rarely held hands outside before, always maintaining a respectful relationship. Recently, however, there seemed to be more intimacy.

But thinking about this hand holding Susan’s before, Helena felt a bit uncomfortable.

Upon entering the house, Helena placed her bag down, opened the shoe cabinet, and was about to fetch slippers for Willis.

He held her shoulders, preventing her from bending down, and said, “Your hand is injured, let me do it.”

He took out slippers from the cabinet, helped her take off her shoes, gently slid her feet into the slippers, and even carefully adjusted her socks.

Previously, she used to do all these things for him, and now suddenly being taken care of by him made Helena feel a bit uneasy.

Willis seemed to sense her discomfort and chuckled, “Between husband and wife, we should take care of each other. You used to take care of me, now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Helena softly said, “Thank you.”

“What are you thankful for? It’s my duty.” Willis changed into slippers, helped Helena take off her coat, and said, “You haven’t showered for many days. Let me help you wash up later.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Helena’s face suddenly blushed.

Before, at the hospital, he helped her bathe every day, which was already awkward. Now, suggesting he would help her shower was too embarrassing.

Willis stared at her blushing face, his lips curving with a teasing smile, “You’re not a child anymore. Why do you blush so easily? We’ve been married for three years, yet you’re still as shy as a young girl.”

She asked softly, “Is it that men don’t like women to be too reserved and prefer them to be a bit more open?”

Willis couldn’t help but laugh, “Who told you that?”

Helena blushed even more.

Accustomed to being reserved, she really couldn’t be more open. But she wanted to outdo Susan.

Having learned restoration of ancient books and paintings from her grandfather since childhood, she had actually smoothed out her edges and corners long ago. She led a simple life, indifferent to worldly affairs.

Somehow, she was suddenly stimulated by Susan’s strong competitive desire.

She thought for a moment, lifted her foot, hooked Willis’s calf, and let her fingers slide through his shirt, touching his abdominal muscles. She looked at him with big watery eyes and asked very seriously, “Is it like this?”

Willis burst into laughter, held her hand that was exploring, preventing her from moving recklessly, and asked, “Who taught you this?”

“I read it in novels when I was young.”

Willis lowered his eyes, carefully examining her eyes, “Your gaze is wrong, too serious. It makes me want to discuss academic issues with you.”

He pinched her waist, “The body movements are too stiff, it doesn’t seem like flirting, more like martial arts. You need to relax, soften your waist, and make your eyes lazy and charming.”

Suddenly realizing something, Helena raised her eyebrows and glared at him, “How do you know all this?”

Willis laughed, “Haven’t you heard the saying ‘I haven’t eaten pork before, but I’ve seen pigs run away.'”

“All you men seem to like the coquettes.” Helena said gloomily and turned to walk towards the sofa.

Seeing her inexplicably sulking, Willis chuckled, “I’ll go run the bathwater.”

“Okay.”

After preparing the bathwater, Helena walked into the bathroom.

With Willis’s help, she undressed and sat in the bathtub.

She lifted her injured left hand high to avoid getting it wet and said to him, “You can go out; I can wash myself.”

Willis rolled up his sleeves, picked up the pink bath towel hanging on the wall, and said, “Let me help you scrub your back. It’s been almost half a month since you’ve had a proper bath; you must be dirty.”

Helena was about to say “No need.”

Suddenly feeling an itch on her back, Willis had already started scrubbing. While scrubbing, he scolded, “So much dust, honey.”

Helena felt embarrassed. She retorted, “I’m not dirty.”

Willis deepened his smile, “Alright, not dirty. Our Helena is clean.”

Helena’s ears tingle slightly. This man was becoming more and more skilled in teasing.

While scrubbing, she heard the man’s breath behind her gradually changing.

She was about to turn around to see what was wrong, but his hand, from her back, slid down to her waist, gripping her.

He hugged her from behind, kissing down from her earlobe.

Helena tried to move her shoulders to resist.

He held her shoulders and turned her around, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

Helena quickly turned her head to avoid, staring at him with wide eyes, full of vigilance. “What are you trying to do?”

“What do you think?” Willis pinched her petite chin, casually saying, “It’s definitely not about discussing academic issues with you.”

Helena pressed her finger against his chin, preventing him from getting close to her mouth, and said seriously, “You said you wanted a divorce.”

Helena lowered her eyelashes, “I don’t want to do this with you now.”

Willis raised his eyebrows slightly, “Who was seducing me just now?”

“I didn’t. I mean, I…” Helena suddenly didn’t know how to express herself.