The Divorcee Amazed the World

Josh and Susan got into the car.

Josh started the car and began reversing.

Susan fastened her seatbelt and said, “I spent some money to find the nurse who took care of Helena’s grandmother that day, and I got some information. The nurse said Helena’s grandmother’s health, although not good, would have been okay for another two or three months. On the day they divorced, the old lady cleared everyone out of the ward and secretly turned off the instruments on her body. You see, these people from small families are quite scheming. In order to prevent Helena and Willis from divorcing, the old lady actually played suicide.”

Josh remained silent for a moment, “Back then, Helena married Willis to treat her grandmother. Now, the old lady sacrificed herself to help Helena. The bond between this grandmother and granddaughter is exceptionally deep.”

However, Susan didn’t see it that way.

She complained, “If it weren’t for the old woman dead at that time, those two would have divorced long ago. As long as Helena leaves, Willis will eventually reconcile with me. It’s all because of that dead woman, ruining my good opportunity!”

“Respect the deceased, will you?” Josh stepped on the gas, accelerating.

Susan leaned against the car window, propping her cheek on her hand, and looked at him for a long time. Suddenly, an idea came to her.

She moved closer to him, acted coquettish, and said, “Brother, dear brother, how about sacrificing a bit of charm to seduce Helena? What do you think?”

Josh’s face darkened, “Stop talking nonsense. How could I like her?”

Susan pinched his earlobe, “Not liking her, then why are your ears red?”

Josh swatted away her hand, “My ears are red because you pinched them. Stop making these jokes; they’re not funny.”

Meanwhile, in another car.

Willis was driving with Helena, heading straight along the riverside avenue.

Helena sensed something was wrong and asked, “Isn’t this the way home?”

“No, taking you somewhere.”

“Where to?”

“You’ll know when we get there.”

An hour later, Willis parked the car by the river.

The wind was strong, and the river water was turbulent, surrounded by dense woods.

It was eerily quiet around, with no signs of any other people.

Helena looked out through the car window at the roaring river, wondering, “Why did we come here?”

“Get out of the car.” Willis opened the car door and got out.

Helena followed suit.

Willis handed her the car keys, “Help me get something from the trunk.”

Helena, confused, took the car keys and walked to the rear of the car.

Opening the trunk, she was pleasantly surprised by what she saw-a trunk filled with red roses.

Legendary roses imported from the Netherlands.

With petals as large as bowls, velvety texture, captivatingly red, exuding both retro charm and elegance.

So beautiful.

This was the first time Willis had ever given her flowers.

Casually, Willis said, “I didn’t know what flowers you liked. The florist said red roses represent sincere love, so I chose them.”

“Sincere love,” these five words were more heart-stirring than the roses in the trunk.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

A flood of emotions welled up inside Helena. She looked up at him, eyes shining with gratitude.

Caught in her intense gaze, Willis felt a spark ignite within him.

Taking a step forward, he took her wrist, pulled her into his arms, tilted her face, and began kissing her, his hand exploring beneath her clothes.

Helena restrained his hand, “Not here.”

She had never been intimate with him outdoors before.

Bending down, he lifted her up, like carrying a child, and took her to the front of the car.

With her arm around his neck, Helena smiled, “What are you doing?”

“You know, making…..”

The smile froze on Helena’s face.

Thinking about what he was going to do next, her earlobes turned slightly red.

Willis, with one hand holding her, opened the car door and placed her inside.

He leaned over, starting to kiss her neck casually, saying, “I heard that doing it outdoors increases the chances of having a son.”

Helena couldn’t help but cry out, “I didn’t expect you to be so biased towards having a son. What if I give birth to a daughter?”

“It’s not about me. I don’t care. As long as it’s your child, I’ll like it. Mainly, Grandpa and Grandma want a grandson. If you have a son in the first pregnancy, you won’t have to go through it again. If it’s a daughter, you’ll have to endure it once more.”

Helena laughed, “You’re surprisingly good at caring for people.”

“With just one, if I don’t take care of you, who will I take care of?” His breath brushed against her neck, warm and moist.

Helena felt an inexplicable ticklish sensation.

This man, always cold and restrained, exuded an aura that discouraged others from approaching, remained indifferent and reserved.

During the three years of their marriage, they had always been polite and used few words, let alone sweet talk.

Recently, as if he had suddenly awakened, his words were affectionate and made her feel tickled.

Helena wasn’t used to it.

As her clothes were lifted by him, her skin touched the cool leather seat.

An unusual excitement surged within her.

Helena abandoned her restraint, wrapped her arms around Willis’s waist, and kissed him back softly. She whispered, “Why are you so good at this? ”

His fingers were back at work, and within moments she was writhing beneath his touch.

“Going to come,” she murmured.

“Not yet you’re not.” He slowed his pace, teasing her swollen flesh as she rocked her hips into his touch, vying for more attention. “Together,” he whispered, kissing her lips again. “Grip her a little tighter.”

Helena obeyed.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Fuck.”

He was so sexy like this, so masculine. Helena loved how bossy he was during sex. How vocal.

Still kissing me, Willis returned his attention to her lady bits, making white light spark behind my eyelids.

“I’m so close,” She whispered against the onslaught of his kisses.

“Take your time. I’m in no rush.”

she’d forgotten that about him-his stamina…and a delicious flashback of their night together ripped through my brain.

“Willlis…”

“That’s it. Come for me. I’m right behind you.”

Helena pumped her hand firmly up and down, her climax crashing through me just as I felt his hot, sticky release. Together.

She actually wanted to ask, did you and Susan do this too?

Willis guessed her thoughts.

As a kind of punishment, he bit her shoulder lightly.

He whispered, “I haven’t reached that point with her. You are my first woman. Remember to take responsibility for me.”

Usually, these words were said by women to men.

When spoken by a man, it seemed especially flirtatious and a bit amusing.

Helena chuckled, making a promise, “Alright, if you don’t leave, I will be with you.”