Chapter 133:We will remarry(1)
Helena moved away from Willis’s embrace and said, “I need to go to the dressing room to change.”
Willis lowered his gaze, looking at her with gentle eyes. “Go ahead, I’ll wait for you.”
“No need to wait for me. You go ahead and do your own thing. I drove here myself,” Helena replied.
Willis pursed his lips slightly but didn’t say anything.
Helena handed him the flowers and the bubble tea, also taking off the suit jacket and draping it over his arm.
Wearing a suit in the heat of summer was really uncomfortable.
Sleeveless dresses were common, just revealing a bit of the arms and collarbone. She didn’t understand why he was being so particular about it.
Entering the dressing room, Helena pushed the door open and walked in.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.
The makeup artist greeted her and started fixing her hairstyle.
Helena took off one earring and placed it on the dressing table.
The makeup artist, looking at her reflection in the mirror, praised, “Helena, you are so beautiful. With a petite face and delicate features, it’s a pity you’re not an actress.”
Taking off the other earring, Helena smiled lightly, “Actresses need acting skills and versatility. I’m not good at those things. I’d rather stick to my antiques.”
The makeup artist took the earrings from her hand. “True, actresses have a short career span. Your line of work gets more prestigious with age, but the entry barrier is high, and it’s quite demanding.”
“Yes, one minute on stage, ten years off stage.”
After entering the fitting room and changing back into her own clothes, Helena left the dressing room.
Willis was still standing in the same spot, standing by the window.
Dressed sharply, he looked like an elite, very prestigious. At this moment, he held flowers in one hand and bubble tea in the other.
This down-to-earth appearance, compared to his usual high and mighty demeanor, felt a bit out of place.
Helena was slightly surprised. “You haven’t left yet?”
Willis curved his lips, looking at her with a hint of affection. “I came to pick up my girlfriend. Why leave so soon?”
The term “girlfriend” sounded fresh to her.
She had hastily married him at the age of twenty and directly became his wife, never experiencing being a girlfriend.
Women were emotional creatures.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of being in a relationship.
She sighed faintly. “You are quite a character. I can’t figure you out.”
Willis laughed. “Yale told me that a good woman fears a persistent man. This is my first time pursuing someone, and I’m doing it seriously. Don’t discourage me.”
Helena sighed inwardly.
Their divorce was probably unique in the world.
In the brief moment of hesitation, Willis took her hand and pressed her into the car.
Her car was being driven by the bodyguard.
The car interior was sealed.
The fragrance emanating from Helena’s body wafted into Willis’s nose in waves.
Just smelling her faint fragrance, he was already deeply moved.
Unable to resist, he held her right hand, held it in his palm, and looked down at it with lingering affection.
It was a wonderful hand.
Fair, slender, with delicately manicured nails, and agile and dexterous fingers.
He couldn’t help but recall that night when he was drugged, and she used this hand to do something wonderful.
Thinking about the scorching and intoxicating feeling, Willis’s throat heated up, and he moved slightly up and down.
His heart was warm, and his body temperature rose.
It seemed that a person couldn’t abstain for too long.
Abstaining for a long time made even one hand feel extremely charming.
He held her hand and brought it to his lips, gently kissing it. He lightly bit the flesh on the back of her hand, wanting to experience that night again.
But he was worried about scaring her away.
They had just started dating, and he needed to take it step by step. Being too hasty might drive her away.
Helena glanced at Willis.
Seeing his dark and deep eyes, slightly moist and filled with desire, it was an expression that longed for intimacy.
His handsome appearance made this look especially seductive.
She felt a slight warmth in her heart.
Raising her hand, she touched his jaw, gently withdrew her hand, and said softly, “We are divorced.”
Five words were like a bucket of cold water poured over him.
The desire that Willis had just ignited was extinguished.
He smiled, touched her hair, and said, “It’s okay; we will remarry.”