The Divorcee Amazed the World

A slender and straight figure, in the chilly spring wind, appeared indistinctly beautiful, like a bamboo branch in a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Willis quickly caught up with her.

Neither of them spoke; they walked side by side in silence, the air as dark as the night.

Upon reaching the hospital gate, Helena turned to hail a taxi.

Willis grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards the parking lot.

Inside the car, Willis opened his bag and took out a card, slipping it into Helena’s coat pocket. “I wasn’t in a good mood tonight. Consider this compensation. The password is your birthday.”

Helena felt somewhat humiliated.

In his eyes, she was someone to be casually appeased, not even worth the effort of consoling. He only knew how to comfort Susan.

Reaching midway, Willis received a call from Granny Santana, “Did you ignore my words? Come back immediately.”

“We’re almost home,” Willis replied in a low voice before hanging up.

Back at the Santana family estate, as soon as they entered, Granny Santana sat slouched on the sofa, her face pale. Her eyes, however, were sharp as she stared at the two.

She extended her hand, “Give me your phone.”

Willis took out his phone and handed it to her.

Dialing Susan’s number, Granny Santana spoke sternly once connected, “Susan, Willis is a married man. Mind your boundaries. Don’t call him for no reason! Since you broke up three years ago, don’t look back, and don’t harbor any delusions about Willis!”

Without waiting for Susan’s response, Granny Santana ended the call, tossing the phone onto the coffee table.

Willis frowned, “Susan has severe depression. She can’t handle stress.”

Granny Santana sneered, “Whether she gets cancer or not has nothing to do with you. The person you should care about the most is your wife!”

Willis’s gaze turned slightly cold, “Granny, you…”

Granny Santana started coughing violently, covering her mouth.

Helena hurried over to help her up, assisted her to lie down on the bed, and comforted her. Helena then returned to the guest room.

Seeing that Willis had just finished the call and was placing the phone on the bedside table, Helena silently picked up a long pillow from the sofa, placing it in the middle of the bed as a divider.

She also retrieved a blanket from the wardrobe, ensuring each had their own.

Taking off her coat, she slid under the covers.

It was already three in the morning, and she was extremely tired. Her mind was like a sticky paste, not wanting to think about anything, just eager to sleep.

As soon as her head touched the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep.

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When she opened her eyes, Helena unexpectedly found a beautifully sculpted face looking at her intently.

The two were so close that their breaths were audible.

His warm breath brushed across her forehead, and his deep eyes restrained yet mesmerizing.

She was nestled in his arms, her hands tightly embracing his waist, her slender legs entwined around his. The intimacy of the position was beyond description.

The ambiguous and intense atmosphere made the air feel heated.

Helena, feeling electrified, quickly released her grip on his waist, scrambling out of his embrace with a mixture of irritation and complaint, “How did I end up in your arms?”