My Waste Husband

Chapter 61

Henry sighed. It seemed that tonight's action could not be carried out.

He sat on the stool in the locker room, took out his mobile phone, and was ready to kill time. He was waiting for the members of the clubs to finish their negotiations and would not leave until the woman surnamed Han left.

As soon as the mobile phone was taken out, the screen automatically lit up.

Henry took a look and found a WeChat message from Helen, asking where he was.

"Where am I? Just opposite of you!" Henry touched the screen and set the location of the Luxury Village to Helen. Then he began to play games on his mobile phone to ease the mood.

When it was about six o'clock, the quiet Roman Holiday Inn became noisy. Obviously, a lot of people had come.

Henry continued to play with his mobile phone and didn't care about anything. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

"Go! Go upstairs and take a look! If there is anyone else, make them leave!" A shout came from downstairs. Then a series of "thump" sounded, and it was obvious that more than one person was coming upstairs.

Just then Henry heard someone open the door of the opposite room with a squeak, and hurriedly approach the locker room.

Henry reached out to cover his forehead, "What the f*ck is going on?"

He glanced at the wardrobe on his left, which was as high as a man's height. He opened the wardrobe's door and got in directly.

The second he got into the wardrobe, the locker room door was pushed open by Helen. The woman glanced at it anxiously, fixed her eyes on the wardrobe, and rushed over.

Henry hid in the wardrobe and watched someone pull the door of the wardrobe.

The moment she opened the wardrobe, Helen, who was in a hurry a second ago, froze there.

Both of them stared into each other's eyes, and neither of them spoke.

Henry could see that anger was rising in Helen's eyes!

The sound of footsteps outside broke the silence between them.

"Get out of the way!" Helen pushed Henry and squeezed into the wardrobe.

"Hi, what a coincidence." Henry waved to Helen with an unnatural smile.

"Shut up!" Helen made a gesture to Henry and closed the door.

Except for being a little taller, the interior space of this wardrobe was not very large. After Henry hid in it, it was already full. Now, as soon as Helen came in, their bodies squeezed together violently.

Helen's upper body was pressing against Henry's chest. The thin summer uniform could not cover her charming figure at all.

At this moment, they were so close that they could feel each other's breath and body temperature.

Helen subconsciously wanted to push Henry away. Just as stretching out her arms, she heard the door of the locker room being opened. She was so scared that she did not dare to move. Her hands were just holding Henry's waist, and this gesture looked like Helen was throwing herself on him.

They could hear several completely different footsteps. It was clear that more than one person had entered the locker room.

"Have you finished checking? There's no one left. Let's go!"

Someone shouted outside the locker room, and then the footsteps sounded again and gradually faded away.

Henry and Helen breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time. The feeling of being squeezed made Helen feel particularly uncomfortable. She was about to push open the door and end the awkward gesture when she heard the sound again.

"You, you, you, and you, the four of you watch here. Don't make any mistakes today. Do you hear me?"

"Don't worry, boss!"

Helen, who was about to push the wardrobe door, saw a tattooed young club member standing at the wide-open door, so even a blind man could notice her if she went out now.

She was helpless and could only continue to stay in the wardrobe, but her current posture with Henry was too ambiguous!

The noise downstairs became louder and louder. With a "bang", the door of the Roman Holiday Inn was closed, which indicated that the negotiations between the two clubs had begun.

A person had to maintain a position for so long time that his body would become stiff. As time went by, Helen was no exception. She slowly twisted her waist, ready to stretch her sore arms, but she felt a constant sense of oppression in front of her body. Lowering her head slightly, she found that because of her small movement just now, her body was pressing against Henry's, and her neckline was wide open, which was rather attractive.

Henry was just facing Helen and couldn't even turn his head easily. He had no choice but to close his eyes to refuse this scene.

"Have you seen enough?" Helen said angrily in a low voice.

Henry curled his lips and said, "It's not my fault. I just stood there and didn't move."

"You!" Looking at the man in front of her, Helen was very angry. He had just sent her his location, but now he appeared in front of her!

"Captain, why did you come to the Roman Holiday Inn?" Henry was speechless now. He had never seen such a coincidence. He had made trouble with this Green Leaf Society three times, and all the three times he had met with Helen.

"Why can't our police watch over the negotiations between the two major clubs?" Helen glared at Henry, very dissatisfied with his behavior.

"Captain Han, are you going to intervene in the societies' negotiations? Why do you hate the members of the associations so much?" Henry asked. From the first day he saw her, he had found that this woman absolutely abhorred evil. She hated those who fought and made trouble from the bottom of her heart. Otherwise, she would not have been against him like this.

"Of course, I hate criminals!" Helen gnashed her silver teeth, "As long as I, Helen Han, am a policewoman, I won't leave these club members alone. It should be a legal and peaceful society, rather than a society where the underworld clubs could do evil things as they please!"

Henry stared into Helen's eyes. He saw that there was a kind of hatred, which was very intense.

"Well... In my opinion, you are a little too extreme. In this world, if there were no such club members, there would be something wrong." Henry tried to persuade Helen, but he was stared back by her.

"Cut the crap. What are you doing here?"

"I, I'm here to..."

Henry was about to tell the excuse he had thought of when he heard a woman's scream and a loud curse downstairs.

"Cut them to death!"

Then, there was a sound of tinkling.

Helen, who was questioning Henry, changed her face. She had no time to ask what he was doing. She kicked the wardrobe door open and jumped forward.