The Divorcee Amazed the World

After smoking half a pack of cigarettes, Willis’s restless mood still couldn’t completely settle down.

His phone suddenly rang.

With a cigarette between his lips, Willis took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the caller ID. It was Susan.

He furrowed his brows and directly ended the call.

A few minutes later, the phone rang again, this time it was from his father, Ryan.

He answered the call.

Ryan asked, “When are you coming back?”

Willis, without much emotion, replied, “Helena’s grandmother was buried today. I’ll be back early tomorrow.”

Ryan’s voice carried a hint of reproach, “Why did it take so long? It’s almost four days in total.”

“Her grandmother passed away, and she’s very upset. I can’t leave her alone.”

“Doesn’t she have a mother and relatives?”

“Her mother is also very upset, too overwhelmed to cope. As for her relatives, they are just like that. Right now, I’m the only one she can rely on.”

Ryan let out a snort, “You’re getting a divorce, why are you still treating her so well? Just give her more money. Your time is much more valuable than money. Because of your absence, several projects you’re involved in have been delayed. Do you know how much loss this has caused the company?”

Willis’s eyelids narrowed slightly as he calmly said, “Deduct the losses caused to the company from my personal account.”

Ryan, displeased, said, “It’s not about the money, it’s about the company’s reputation!”

Willis fell silent for a moment and then said, “This time only, it won’t happen again.”

Ryan grunted and ordered, “Remember to get the divorce done when you come back. Dragging it out is too troublesome.”

On the bedroom side.

Helena turned over in her sleep, subconsciously reaching out to hold Willis, only to find empty space.

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With sleepy eyes, she didn’t see him and felt a bit empty, with a vague worry lingering.

Rubbing her eyes to clear the drowsiness, she lifted the blanket, put on some clothes, and got out of bed to find him.

After searching a few rooms and not finding him in the courtyard, Helena became anxious and hurriedly ran to the front gate.

In the light at the door, she saw a tall and proud figure standing by the pond, talking on the phone. The tips of his left fingers faintly showed a weak orange glow.

It was Willis.

He was so distinctive that even just a silhouette could easily distinguish him from others.

Her anxious heart suddenly calmed down upon seeing him like this.

Afraid of disturbing his call, she tiptoed towards him.

As she got closer, she overheard him saying on the phone, “I am a human, not an animal. In my most difficult times, it was Helena who accompanied me. Now that she is so fragile, I cannot abandon her. Let’s forget about the divorce.”

Helena’s heart warmed, and her nose felt a bit sour.

Quickening her steps, she approached him and, without a word, embraced him, burying her head in his back, her arms tightly around his waist.

It was as if she was afraid that if she let go, he would disappear.

Willis’s eyes flickered slightly. When he turned around and saw her, his gloomy expression softened a bit.

With her hugging him like this, the tension he held inside dissipated by more than half.

How weak of him, he thought.

She hadn’t said a word, and he was already soothed.

After giving a couple of perfunctory responses to Ryan, Willis ended the call, flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground, extinguished it with his foot, and then held Helena’s hand. His voice softened as he asked, “Why did you come out? It’s chilly outside, wear more.”

“I thought you left,” Helena whispered, her hoarse voice sounding particularly helpless.

Willis stroked her head, affectionately pulling her into his arms, “I would never leave without saying goodbye. You can rest assured.”

Helena looked up, her eyes moist, gazing at him, “Are you leaving tomorrow?”

“Yes, you can come back with me tomorrow.”

Helena shook her head, “I want to stay here for a few more days, at least until Grandma’s seven days have passed.”

Willis hesitated for a moment, “Alright, I’ll leave two people here to protect you.”

“Okay.”

Helena noticed the scattered cigarette butts and asked, “Why did you smoke so much?”

Willis casually replied, “Feeling a bit bothered. It’s nothing now.”

Helena stared into his eyes, “Is it because of the divorce?”

“No, it’s work.” Willis shifted his gaze away, avoiding her eyes.

As he raised his head, he caught a glimpse of a slender and sharp figure on the opposite side of the pond.

In the woods over there.

Standing there was a figure in a black windbreaker, with jet-black short hair, and a mask on his face.

It was Jay again!

His gaze instantly turned colder, his eyes fixed on that figure for several moments, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Pinching Helena’s petite chin, Willis lowered his head, kissing her deeply, as if to erase the sight of Jay from his mind.