She Dumped Her Dodgy Husband After Suffering Amnesiac

Hans took his phone from Taylor’s hand.

He had made great progress in his relationship with Hellen recently. This was a good thing, but at the same time, Hans found that he, who had always been good at self-control, began to lose control.

He wanted to enter her life and openly become the man standing next to her.

Taylor felt wronged.

But she looked at her brother and didn’t dare to say anything more.

Hans hesitated for a few seconds before typing on the screen.

[Taylor was the one talking with you just now, sorry.]

Taylor innocently took the blame.

The next day.

Hellen got up early in the morning. After breakfast, she said goodbye to Joanna and drove to the United Department of the Weststadt District in a hurry.

Now her mind was full of learning the structure of mortise and tenon.

Hellen wasn’t confident that she would be able to convince Mr. Thompson to stay in Tempe City with his wife.

While her teacher was still in Tempe City, she would try to learn as much as possible.

Hellen was extremely eager to learn.

But a middle-aged man was not enthusiastic about work.

Hellen arrived at their destination early in the morning and waited in Lambert’s office until 10:30 a. m.

Lambert came in slowly with a small cloth bag.

Hellen wanted to say something, but she hesitated.

“Mr. Thompson, you’re early.”

Lambert laughed and looked at the lively office outside.

“Even if I came early, there was nothing to do.”

After speaking, Lambert looked like a teacher, glancing sideways at Hellen, “What’s wrong? Are you my disciple or my leader?”

Hellen laughed.

She walked to the side and put the freshly made tea in front of Lambert.

“You are my teacher. You are the boss.”

Hellen took out the thick book about mortise and tenon structure from the cabinet.

Lambert looked at her and supervised her making all kinds of small components.

“When making components, your hand must be steady. In this way, the parts you make can fit together perfectly. I found that your hand is quite steady when cutting the small wood.”

Hellen chuckled.

As a surgeon, her hands were steady.

Hellen had already learned these basic skills in other aspects. After carving a few small components, she tried to piece them together. Now she had just begun, and she was trying to make a mini stool.

Lambert looked at her with a smile.

When he saw that Hellen had made a mistake, he didn’t stop her.

When Hellen’s little stool could no longer be assembled, he began to take pleasure in Hellen’s misfortune.

“The hole you made is not in the right place.”

Hellen’s eyes widened, “Why didn’t you tell me just now?”

“How can you remember it if you don’t make a few mistakes?” Lambert smiled.

As they chatted, the door of the office suddenly opened.

The two of them turned around and saw Hans standing at the door with a tablet in his hand.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Hans is here.”

Lambert smiled meaningfully and shifted his gaze from Hans to Hellen.

Seeing this, Hellen grew rather nervous, “Mr. Thompson, why are you looking at me like that?”

Hans’ expression was calm as he looked at Lambert, “Mr. Thompson, recently, some of the projects that my company is in charge of involved some simple mortise and tenon structures. So, I’m here to learn some knowledge from you.”

Learn some knowledge?

Lambert raised his eyebrows slightly.

“If you want to learn from me, you must treat me as your teacher, and pour me tea just like Hellen.”

This was not difficult for Hans at all.

He walked over to the tea table and placed a cup of tea in front of Lambert.

Lambert looked at the teacup with disdain.

Hans glanced at Hellen with his deep eyes.

Lambert sighed slightly.

To make the arrogant man kneel and acknowledge him as his teacher, he had to be interested in mortise and tenon.

But now Lambert understood that Hans came here for another purpose.

Fortunately, he was satisfied with his student’s future husband. Lambert waved his hand dismissively.

“Which part do you want to learn?”

Hans’ voice sounded calm, “Let me take a look first.”

The table in Lambert’s office was long, but not wide.

Hans sat opposite Hellen. He picked up his tablet and looked at his company files.

So long as he raised his eyes, he was able to see Hellen’s brows knit together tightly as she looked at the pieces of wood of various shapes and sizes.

She paid no attention to Hans and was completely focused on the small piece of wood.

The look in Hans’ eyes gradually softened. He could openly look at Hellen, who was wholeheartedly devoted to something else, and he was not afraid that she would find out.

At noon, lunch was delivered from Green Villa.

Hans asked someone to send the lunch directly to Lambert’s office, and the three of them had a meal together.

Hellen was full of fighting spirit. After lunch, she continued assembling the wood. At three o’clock in the afternoon, she finally finished assembling a small stool. This time, her work reached Lambert’s standard. It was seamless.

Hans’ face was full of smiles.

Hellen, who was in front of him, was smiling brightly. Her eyes glistened like a small, burning sun.

Her smile was infectious, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

After a while, Hellen continued to make other small parts.

Lambert drank tea lazily on the side, and time seemed to slow down.

The dust in the air seemed to have stopped drifting.

Hans’ heart was unprecedentedly calm. It would be good if he could live like this forever.

When it was about time to get off work, Hellen assembled a mini square table.

Playing with the small table that wasn’t even the size of a palm in her hand, she looked up at Lambert.

“Mr. Thompson, when are you bringing your wife to Tempe City?”

“I have told her and she agreed to move to the city, but there is some noise around the house where I live now. I am looking for a new house, and when I find one, she will move to the city.”

Hellen smiled, “What sort of house do you want? I can help you with it.”

Lambert thought for a moment, “My wife likes flowers very much. I need to find a place with a large field of flowers.”

It was indeed not easy to find a house in Tempe City that could plant a lot of flowers. But a few villas in Hellen met this requirement.

However, Hellen didn’t think that his wife would like those modern buildings.

The most important thing for her to do was to make Mr. Thompson’s wife willing to stay here if she wanted to keep Mr. Thompson here.

As long as his wife fell in love with this place, Mr. Thompson would never mention leaving this place again.

Hellen now understood.

As the sun set, Lambert’s office seemed to be covered with a layer of transparent light gold.

Hellen lazily rose to her feet.

“It’s time to get off work. There have been a lot fewer things going on in the Weststadt District recently.”

Lambert silently looked at Hans, who was dealing with his work.

How was it a lot less? Everything had been taken over by Hans.

But, for some reason, this man didn’t even tell Hellen about the many sacrifices he had made.

Seeing Hellen stand up, Hans turned off the tablet and stood up as well.