The Divorcee Amazed the World

She remained silent, turned her back, and hung his coat on the nearby rack.

Willis guessed her little thoughts and said, “When we went to the hotel, my dad arranged for Susan to get in my car. As soon as she got in, I told her that I’m a married man and asked her to keep her distance to avoid unnecessary trouble. During dinner, she wanted to sit next to me, but I found an excuse to avoid it. After dinner, my dad wanted me to give her a ride, and I refused. Helena, I won’t betray you. If you don’t believe it, you can check the car’s dash cam or ask my assistant.”

Having said that, there was no room for falsehood.

Helena’s suppressed anger dissipated completely, and she even felt a bit touched.

Touched that he was willing to go against Ryan for her sake.

That was his father, the one who also determined his future.

Helena extended her arms and silently hugged him, wanting to say something affectionate to praise him, but the more she tried, the more unsure she became of what to say.

Flirting wasn’t her forte.

Her grandparents’ relationship was very subtle, expressing love silently. Her parents divorced early, and her mother’s fiery temperament made her feel more comfortable with a good scolding than a sweet compliment. Helena had learned a fair share of retorts while dealing with Susan.

She hugged Willis for a while, searched her mind, but failed to utter a single word.

Willis knew her personality, raised his hand, patted her head, and said in a gentle tone, “It’s okay. Love isn’t something you say; it’s something you make, which means make love”

His words easily led Helena’s ears to turn warm as her face blushed.

Willis unbuttoned Helena’s nightgown, starting to kiss her along her snowy shoulders.

Helena protested with a “don’t,” but her entire body became tender, as if electrified, and she softened in an instant.

She tried to push his hands away, but at some point, her hands had already wrapped around his waist.

The two entangled together…

Willis’s index finger touches her lips, rubbing them. Helena wants Willis to kiss her so deeply.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Her hands went down to neck, slowly making their way to her breasts. She let out a small sigh as he pinched the nipple, twisting it delicately.

Then her touch goes down to the waist, stroking it up and down with her fingertips.

Until finally his middle and index fingers touch her core, sending a delightful sensation throughout her body.

He rubs her clitoris slowly, then faster and faster until her knees can’t hold the weight of her body. Helena craved Marco so much, wanted him to fuck her, and hoped for him to smash her into pieces until she couldn’t wake up the next day.

The room is filled to the brim with her sighs and moans. And the situation was so crazy that Helena was calling Marco’s name over and over again in frustration. She moaned, the body really could barely bear the sensation. Until finally she felt an overwhelming relief and her body was splashed by her own orgasmic juices.

Afterwards, Willis held her and said, “These days, I’ve started quitting smoking and drinking. Let’s prepare to have a child.”

This was the second time he brought up the idea of having a child.

Helena didn’t want to have children.

She no longer felt secure in this marriage.

But when she thought about what her mother had said – to strive for it and avoid future regrets – she nodded and said, “Okay.”

Willis’s dark eyes suddenly lit up, sparkling like a starry sky.

He pulled her into his arms, seeming somewhat incredulous, “Are you really willing to have a child for me?”

Helena hesitated for a moment, “Let’s give it a try.”

Willis, holding her close, kissed her lips firmly, and his fingers gently stroked her fair shoulders, “Let’s have a son. If we have a son in the first pregnancy, we won’t need a second. Childbirth is too much suffering.”

Helena agreed, “Okay.”

Willis rubbed her hair and smiled, “Thank you for your hard work.”

“It’s the least I can do.” Helena nestled into his embrace, but thoughts of Ryan’s dark, coal-like face flashed in her mind.

She feared that if she had a child, Ryan might tear them apart. It would be tough on the child to grow up without a father.

After falling asleep, Helena started dreaming again.

She dreamt of thirteen years ago when she went to the hospital to see Jay for the last time.

He lay on the hospital bed, covered in injuries, wearing an oxygen mask. His deep, black eyes gazed at her with a melancholy and painful look.

Helena felt a heart-wrenching pain and was about to walk toward him.

Suddenly, Jay disappeared.

She frantically searched everywhere but couldn’t find Jay. Instead, Willis appeared out of nowhere.

He held her, cradled her face gently, and kissed her tenderly, saying, “Come home with me. Let’s have a child, and I will treat you well.”

In her dream, Helena instinctively nestled into Willis’s embrace, holding onto his waist, murmuring softly, “Willis…”

Willis, who had been awake all this time, heard the soft call, and the icy knot in his heart instantly melted.

For the first time in three years, she called his name in her dream.

Finally, “Jay” was no longer a curse.

He extended his arm, embracing her in his arms, with a smile on his lips and starry gleams in his eyes.