The Divorcee Amazed the World

It was the weekend.

Willis took Helena to the Capital Hotel, which had an indoor temperature-controlled swimming pool.

He intended to teach her how to swim to prevent her from being caught off guard in a similar situation in the future.

After changing into swimsuits, they arrived at the edge of the pool.

Helena wore a relatively modest sky-blue one-piece swimsuit. The clear color complemented her radiant and fair skin, giving her a refreshing and elegant aura. With excellent body proportions, a slender waist, and long legs, she stood by the clear pool water, appearing ethereal and otherworldly.

Willis wore tight black swim trunks, revealing well-defined abdominal muscles and strong, toned legs. His skin was pale, resembling porcelain, exuding an air of sophistication and sensuality. When he stood there, the world seemed to pause.

Helena couldn’t help but sneak a glance at him.

Even after three years of marriage, seeing him dressed like this still made her heart race, cheeks flushing.

The man she loved was breathtakingly sexy.

Helena leaned slightly against him, lightly brushing his fingers with hers, and said, “Coach , please begin.”

Stepping back, Willis assumed a serious demeanor and looked at her, “Little girl, want to learn to swim, huh?”

Helena hesitated for a moment, the smile on her face freezing, “I want to learn. But I don’t like being called a little girl.”

Willis raised his chin slightly, “It’s the coach’s catchphrase. Every coach starts with something like this. Be serious.”

Helena couldn’t help but want to glare at him.

He really took this seriously from the beginning.

He immediately assumed the role of a coach.

He began teaching her some swimming knowledge and then guided her through warm-up exercises.

After warming up, he asked without expression, “There are slow, fast, and very fast methods for learning swimming. Which one do you want to learn?”

Helena answered without much thought, “Of course, the very fast one.”

Willis raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure?”

“Sure.”

“No regrets?”

Confused, Helena wondered why there was so much talk about learning to swim. “No regrets. Can you start now?”

“As long as you have no regrets, jump.”

“What? I don’t know how to swim yet. How can I jump?”

“Jump.” He approached her with a commanding tone.

Standing above her, his imposing manner was too intimidating.

Helena slipped underfoot, and with a “plop,” she fell into the pool.

Caught off guard, she swallowed several mouthfuls of water.

Flailing her limbs, she instinctively struggled in the water.

Only then did she realize why he had asked so many questions earlier.

This very fast method turned out to be about triggering instinct.

A near-death experience before learning to survive.

It caught her completely off guard.

However, the instinct for survival quickly helped Helena find a way to balance her body.

After taking a few sips of pool water in quick succession, she stabilized.

It happened remarkably fast.

But it was also exceptionally challenging.

The pool water she drank really tasted bad.

Willis also jumped into the water with her, standing by her side to guard against any accidents.

Once she found her balance, he began to guide her through the proper swimming techniques.

At times, he held her hand, teaching her how to hold her breath, inhale, and exhale. He demonstrated the correct arm movements and directed her feet placement. He even corrected the alignment of her shins.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

From behind, he enveloped her, holding her wrists, and demonstrated the correct swimming motions.

He even set up a horse stance, making Helena sit on his legs to practice her strokes.

Teaching by example, it surprisingly resembled a genuine swimming lesson.

After a whole morning of practice, Helena was exhausted, but luckily, she finally learned how to swim.

Emerging from the pool, the two went to the shower, then changed into dry clothes in the locker room.

Willis pinched her earlobe and asked, “What do you feel like eating? I’ll take you.”

Learning to swim consumed a lot of energy.

Helena thought for a moment, “Suddenly, I really want to eat teppanyaki squid, grilled lamb skewers, and spicy hot pot.”

The driver, Tim, started the car.

They found the shop Helena used to frequent during her school days.

Willis bought her two skewers of teppanyaki squid.

Helena picked up one skewer and brought it to her mouth, about to take a bite.

For some reason, the savory smell of the squid that used to make her mouth water suddenly felt fishy, and she almost gagged.

She covered her mouth, nearly vomiting.

“Is it not fresh?” Willis took it from her, sniffed it, and said, “It’s still okay.”

Helena pursed her lips, silent.

What used to be the enticing aroma of street food now felt uncomfortable. A nauseating sensation surged from her stomach, making her feel uneasy.

Holding her nose, she had another bout of nausea.

Suddenly, Willis realized something and asked, “Helena, have you had your period this month?”

Helena shook her head, “It seems not.”

“Delayed for a few days?”

Helena, enduring discomfort, took out her phone, opened the calendar, and said, “It seems to be delayed by more than a week.”

Willis, usually calm and composed, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, “Helena, you’re pregnant!”