The Divorcee Amazed the World

If she insisted on owning them, it would only bring disaster upon her.

Really, it was a matter of life and death.

Helena reached out, gently touched his chiseled jaw, and coaxed, “Be obedient, don’t be like this. I won’t take your property. Your father has already given me, which is enough.”

Willis held her hand and brought it to his lips, giving it a kiss.

And another.

That night, Willis didn’t leave. He stayed by Helena’s side.

At first, they each slept in separate beds.

But in the latter half of the night, Willis moved to Helena’s bed.

Because she had another nightmare.

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Later, on one occasion, she occasionally shouted “Willis,” and that night he was so happy that he didn’t sleep well the entire night.

Since she got pregnant, she started having sweet dreams, often laughing out loud in her dreams.

That was also the happiest time for him.

But now, in her dreams, she was calling out for the “child.”

Her delicate eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and her expression looked very painful. She pressed her hands against her lower abdomen, curled up into a ball.

Lost in thought during the day, haunted by dreams at night.

Even though she seemed calm on the surface and didn’t say anything, it was certain that she was very sad.

Willis gently pulled her into his arms, his lips pressed deeply against her forehead, patting and comforting her.

He had done this for three years, and he had become quite skilled at it.

Before long, he managed to calm her down.

Her breathing gradually became steady as she fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

However, Willis couldn’t sleep all night.

He wanted to selfishly keep her by his side, but she had already made up her mind to leave.

Clamoring and pestering would only make her feel annoyed.

It might even push her further away.

But letting go like this, he couldn’t accept it. He was unwilling, very unwilling.

He lowered his gaze, staring at the woman in his arms, silently watching her throughout the night.

As if wanting to imprint her deeply in his heart.

Engrave her into his mind.

As dawn approached, Willis got up from the bed. After washing up, he personally went out to buy breakfast.

After breakfast, the assistant went to handle the discharge procedures.

The bodyguard came in to help pack up their things.

Willis found a wheelchair and asked Helena to sit in it.

Helena smiled wryly, “I can walk.”

At that time, Tim collided with a truck driver.

She sat in the safest back seat, wearing a seatbelt.

Her stomach ached, and her arm and head were hit.

Apart from the miscarriage, her injuries were not too severe.

After so many days of rest, she had already recovered.

She didn’t need a wheelchair at all.

Willis said indifferently, “If you don’t want to use the wheelchair, then I’ll carry you. You’re still in the postpartum period, try to walk less.”

Helena couldn’t resist him and sat in the wheelchair.

Willis took a beautiful woolen hat and put it on her head. He also found a scarf to wrap her up tightly, blocking any wind.

Helena was a bit speechless.

Clearly, it was the peak of summer.

Yet he wrapped her up like a sticky rice dumpling.

Was he afraid she would get heat rash?

Willis’s voice came from above, “When I was a kid, I saw my mom bringing my sister back from the hospital, and she was wrapped up like this.”

Helena helplessly laughed, “Your memory is really good.”

“It depends on who it’s for.” Willis reached down to the wheelchair, pushing her out.

Zena followed behind, silently watching the two figures.

As she watched, her eyes became moist.

But thinking about the child Helena lost.

She wiped away her tears again.