She Dumped Her Dodgy Husband After Suffering Amnesiac

The room was quiet, and two waiters looked at Xeno William tentatively.

The two immediately understood that Xeno was indifferent and pulled Vicky out.

Vicky struggled for a while and raised her voice a little. “Xeno, are you just going to watch him…”

Before she could finish her complaint, she had been dragged out.

Charles Johnson still behaved gentlemanly and elegantly, as if he didn’t see how Hellen had ordered to drag someone away.

He put the dice back into the dicebox and looked up at Hellen. “Do you still want to play?”

“I’m not playing anymore.” Hellen sat on the sofa and cast a sidelong glance at Xeno. “What happened to you? Mr. Xeno, it’s time for you to improve your taste in finding girlfriends!”

Xeno said innocently, “If I have improved my taste, then I’ll be much pickier about women’s appearance. I don’t have high requirements for my girlfriend. As long as she’s beautiful.”

Hellen sneered.

Hans, who was standing at one side, remained silent. He had planned to drive Vicky out just now, but he had not expected that Hellen did not need to help at all.

Hellen isn’t a weakling who needs a man’s protection. After all, she was the one who chased Vicky out first.

The rest weren’t interested in playing the True or Dare anymore.

After drinking half a glass of juice, Hellen looked up at Xeno and asked a little tiredly, “How long will you be gathering?”

She had come here today entirely because she had promised Xeno one condition. It seemed that other than the gathering, there was nothing else.

Hellen looked not far away and saw Xeno’s friends singing. The sound was loud and noisy, and it was obvious that they had drunk too much and damaged the bottles of wine. The entire private room was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Seeing Hans was frowning, Xeno glanced at him helplessly and said, “Why don’t I ask them to go back first?”

“No need.” Hans stood up and picked up the coat on the sofa.

He looked at Hellen. “I’ll send you back.”

Hellen didn’t want to stay here any longer and got up by taking advantage of Hans’s words.

After bidding farewell to Xeno and Charles, Hellen stood up and walked outside.

When the two of them arrived downstairs of the club, Hellen saw Vicky, who the security guards rightly stopped at the door.

Vicky didn’t see Hellen and Hans come out at this time. She shouted arrogantly in a fierce tone, “Get out of the way! Do you know who I am? I’m Xenos’s girlfriend!”

She looked as if she were Xenos’s wife.

Xeno was a playboy. He changed girlfriends faster than changing clothes.

The security guards were indifferent. Vicky was so anxious that she stamped her feet. She turned her head and saw Hans and Hellen coming out of the club.

She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and rushed forward.

“Miss Jovano, I don’t know what I did to offend you. I can apologize to you, but can you ask them to make an exception and let me in?”

Vicky had finally hooked up with an awesome bachelor. How could she be dumped so easily!

Hellen frowned slightly. Before she could say anything, Hans had already blocked her way.

His gaze was cold and gloomy. He extended his hand and stopped Vicky from pulling Hellen’s hand.

“Get out of the way!”

A sense of pressure exuded from Hans’s body. Vicky’s hands trembled.

In the private room earlier, Hans was an elegant young master with restrained sharpness.

But now, Vicky only felt more inexplicably afraid of him!

Vicky gritted her teeth and took two steps back.

Hellen had already passed the two and was walking forward.

Hans glanced at Vicky and followed Hellen.

The waiter drove Hellen’s car over as the two walked down the stairs.

Hellen looked at Hans and said, “Thank you for today, but I don’t need you to see me off. I drove here myself.”

She opened the car door and was about to get in when Hans reached out to stop her.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Have you been avoiding me recently?”

Hellen was a little embarrassed. She was indeed avoiding Hans.

But Hellen did not admit it, “No, perhaps it was your misconception.”

Hans pursed his lips and gave a meaningful look at Hellen as he said, “You said that we don’t owe each other anything.”

For a moment, Hellen didn’t know what to say. After all, Hans was her savior.

She sighed slightly. “I didn’t hide from you. Maybe it was just a coincidence before. Besides, nothing is going on in the Weststadt District. Tempe City is big, so it’s normal not to meet you there.”

Hans looked at Hellen closely, knowing that she was lying.

But there was no need to expose her.

“Since you don’t have anything else to do, why don’t you give me a ride?” Hans suddenly said.

Hellen had no other options.

Hans stood up and said, “I just drank alcohol. I can’t drive.”

At this point, Hellen found it hard to refuse.

A familiar sense of oppression was approaching Hellen when Hans sat in the passenger seat.

Hellen drove the car and forced himself to ignore Hans’s presence. “Are you returning to Green Villa or the Grant’s Villa?”

“Green Villa.”

The car sped through the night, with the light alcohol-smelling filling in the car.

Hellen held the steering wheel. When the car stopped in front of the traffic light, she looked back cautiously in the rearview mirror.

What happened last time made her more on guard.

Hans looked at her as if he knew what she was afraid of.

“David Brown is investigating what happened last time. I’ll let you know if there’s any result.”

Hellen nodded. “I’m investigating as well.”

Naturally, the Jovano family had the power to investigate this matter independently, so Hans did not ask further.

Hans had been silent for a long time when they arrived at Green Villa.

“Hans.” After calling out a few times, Hellen found that he did not respond.

Hellen turned her head and saw Hans seemed to have fallen asleep.

His deep-black eyes were now tightly closed, and his curly eyelashes cast some shadows on his face.

Under the streetlights in the outer room, his skin was as fair as jade, and the lines on his face were sharp, but he did not have the usual frightening heartlessness.

Hellen was slightly startled.

It was a little quiet in the car, and she frowned slightly. Whenever she thought of Hans, her mood would be affected a little these days.

Hellen approached Hans probingly and observed the side of his face.

Hellen wondered why she had fallen in love with Hans before. Was that because he was the cup of tea for her?

Hellen’s gaze slowly swept across Hans’s face, and she could not help sighing at the favoritism of the Creator.

A few strands of hair were scattered on Hans’s forehead, covering his thick ink-like sword brows.

Hellen’s hands moved even faster than her intuition. She stretched her hand out, wanting to lift it.

Hans suddenly opened his eyes.

A deep whirlpool was as if hidden in his dark eyes. Hellen wanted to withdraw her hand, but Hans moved even faster and grabbed her wrist!

The two stared at each other, and Hellen felt a bit guilty.

Hans asked in a low voice, “What do you want?”