The Divorcee Amazed the World

In the past two years, Willis couldn’t stand up due to his injured legs, and his will sank with tendencies towards suicide.

Helena developed a habit during that time. Whether it was day or night, whenever he disappeared, she worried that he might be in despair. She tirelessly searched until she found him, only then could she relax.

Even though his legs recovered later, this habit persisted.

Helena pushed open the door to the adjacent guest room, but it was empty. She then checked the study, which was also vacant.

The bathroom, shower, balcony, downstairs, even the kitchen – she searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Willis.

Her heart raced irregularly, fluttering like someone playing drums on it.

Even though she knew he wouldn’t attempt suicide again, the instinctive fear still lingered.

She pushed the door open and briskly walked towards the courtyard.

Suddenly, a massive lightning bolt struck across the sky, illuminating the pitch-black night as bright as day, followed by a thunderous roar.

Helena covered her ears, her footsteps continuing to search despite the thunder.

In the dim light, she saw a tall figure ahead, walking towards her with a cold and clear demeanor. His snow-white shirt was tucked into black trousers, his waist was straight and firm, and his figure was imposing and upright.

A clear and handsome face exuded a touch of weariness, but it did not diminish his refined and noble air.

It was Willis.

Helena breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against a tree, covering her chest, panting in short breaths. Her eyes, however, remained glued to the man.

Upon seeing Helena, Willis quickened his pace and walked towards her.

When he reached her, he held her hand, his cool palm enveloping her fingers completely. He asked, “Why did you come out?”

Helena looked him up and down, seeing that he was safe and sound. Only then did her suspended heart return to her chest, and she said somewhat breathlessly, “It’s late, where did you go?”

Due to her panting, her voice trembled a bit.

Willis looked at her, a subtle change in his expression, and said in a soft voice, “Went out for a smoke. It thundered, and I was afraid you’d be scared, so I came back.”

Having said that, he held her hand and walked back into the house.

As soon as they reached the doorway, rain poured down, splashing a muddy scent all around.

The rain was falling so urgently, unlike spring rain, more like summer rain.

Once inside, Helena smelled a strong scent of smoke on him and scolded, “Didn’t you quit smoking? How come you sneakily smoked again? You’re not being good.”

Her tone was a mix of scolding and complaining, as if reprimanding a child. Willis, amused, responded, “I won’t smoke again next time.”

“Every time you promise so nicely, but you end up smoking again.” Helena was a bit angry.

“Feeling upset tonight, I’ll try to smoke less in the future.” He sounded like he was making a pledge.

Thinking about Ryan’s words, Helena guessed what was bothering him.

Grandma didn’t allow him to divorce, but his father was forcing him to divorce. He was probably caught in the middle, feeling torn.

Helena tentatively asked, “Did I make you upset?”

Willis’s eyes slightly hesitated, then he rubbed her head and whispered, “Yeah, little dumpling, you made me upset with your dullness.”

This had a bit of a teasing tone.

Helena, who was initially feeling a bit sad, burst into laughter at his use of “little dumpling.” She playfully rolled her eyes at him. “You’re the real little dumpling.”

Willis’s eyes glinted with a smile. “Next time, don’t come looking for me. I’ll be fine.”

Helena softly said, “It’s a habit.”

Willis paused, tightened his grip on her hand, and didn’t release it for a long time.

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Helena said, “You smoked; go brush your teeth.”

“I already did tonight.”

Helena gently pushed him with her shoulder. “Go do it again.”

Willis chuckled, holding her shoulder. “You’ve been a bit different lately.”

“How am I different?”

“You’ve become more clingy and talkative.”

Helena smiled, “Don’t all you men like a bit of coquetry?”

“Well, yes.”

He let go of her, entered the bathroom, and she followed.

Since his right hand was injured, it was inconvenient to squeeze toothpaste, so she did it for him.

Willis took the toothbrush with his left hand and brushed his teeth in front of the mirror.

Maybe people were more emotional at night, Helena thought of the days they spent together. There might not be many such days left, and a sense of sadness crept into her heart. Involuntarily, she hugged his waist from behind, burying her head on his back.

She didn’t say anything, but her heart was full of reluctance.

Objectively speaking, except for the Susan incident, which was nauseating, he was a decent person.

After brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth, Willis held her hand and said, “Helena, you’ve been a bit clingy lately.”

Helena raised an eyebrow, “Do you find me annoying?”

“Dare not.”

He smiled and held her hand, walking towards the bedroom.