She Dumped Her Dodgy Husband After Suffering Amnesiac

In the dark room, Hellen took a step back.

Hellen looked up at Hans.

“I’m done.”

Obviously, she was not the only one affected by those words.

Hans’s aura was no longer as indifferent as before. It was very aggressive.

Hellen unconsciously took another step back.

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Hans noticed Hellen’s panic and stopped her.

Hans’s voice sounded hoarse as if something had suppressed it.

“You’ve decided to let me be the father of your child.”

“Didn’t I tell you just now?” Hellen said softly.

Hellen did not dare to look at Hans’s expression and turned her face away slightly.

The man’s low laughter sounded as if he was satisfied.

Hellen thought for a moment, then explained, “Don’t misunderstand; I feel that what you said is reasonable. A child needs a father in name, but that is only in public. I don’t plan to remarry you.”

Hans was silent for a few seconds and then suddenly smiled. “Why do you suddenly explain? What if I understood?”

“Enough. It’s best if there are no misunderstandings. Hurry up and go back!” Hellen was somewhat angry.

In this small space, Hellen felt as though she were his prey.

This sort of mentality made Hellen feel as though she had been insulted.

Hellen did not look at Hans. She pulled out the balcony door.

“You want me to go back from here? Isn’t it dangerous?”

Hellen turned and opened the door.

“Rest early. Also, next time, don’t climb onto someone else’s room’s balcony! If I wasn’t pregnant right now, you might have been injured by me,” Hellen threatened.

Hans was in a good mood. This was the first time he had been in such a good mood in two or three years.

Hans leisurely walked out of the room and ran into Tiffany, who had just opened the door.

Holding the pillow, Tiffany initially couldn’t sleep and wanted to find Hellen to chat with.

She watched as Hellen opened the door in pajamas, and Hans came out of Hellen’s room.

After a few seconds of silence

Tiffany tutted and turned back to her room.

Hellen’s face darkened.

Oh no, she couldn’t clear her name!

Hans glanced at Hellen’s ashen face and returned to his room next door in a good mood.

One night later.

Early the following day, Hellen wakes up with 2 dark circles under her eyes.

At breakfast, Mrs. Thompson was worried.

“Hellen, are you not used to sleeping in a different place? You have dark circles under your eyes. Why don’t you take a nap after you eat?”

Tiffany, who was on the side, sneered, “It’s not for sure if she’s not used to sleeping in another place or with others.”

“What?” Mrs. Thompson didn’t understand.

Tiffany looked disgusted. “This is the mountainside, after all. Maybe Hellen encountered something she shouldn’t have seen last night?”

“You’ve watched too many horror movies. I’ve lived here for too long. Don’t scare Hellen.” Mrs. Thompson laughed.

Hellen fiercely glared at Tiffany.

“Miss Clark, you should eat first. We still have to rush back after breakfast!”

“This woman doesn’t look like an assistant at all. Hans is right in front of me!”

Opposite the table

His gaze swept back and forth between them when Lambert heard what they said. He quickly understood and looked at Hans with a meaningful smile.

“Right, Mr. Thompson, Mike should have sent the key over, right?” Hellen asked. “We can make the grape trellis over at the courtyard later, but Mrs. Thompson has always lived in this manor in the suburbs. It’s a bit too secluded. Why don’t you move there first?”

Lambert nodded.

“Okay, I’ll find someone to move to there this weekend.”

“I’ll help you find a moving company,” Hellen said.

After breakfast, Tiffany drove her car, preparing to take Hellen and Hans back to Tempe City.

Lambert also wanted to go to work in the United Department, so he got in the car with them.

Lambert deliberately sat in the passenger seat again.

Hellen held her phone in the back seat and swiped the group messages.

To the side, Hans was dealing with the documents on his phone. From time to time, he sharply glanced at the streets outside the window.

It was work time in the morning. After entering Tempe City, there were more cars. It took them two hours to reach the United Department of the Western District.

As soon as they entered the United Department, David hurried over.

“Mr. Grant, I’ve found the information you asked me to investigate yesterday, but I couldn’t contact you when I took it back. This is the information you requested yesterday.”

David handed over a thick stack of documents.

Hans flipped through a few pages.

“Pick out all the forms of that project.”

Hellen looked at the thick stack of documents. Although she didn’t know which project it was, she knew it wouldn’t be easy to choose a few forms from them.

“Is this a confidential document? If not, I can ask my assistant to help pick them out.” Hellen said kindly from the side.

Behind her, Tiffany instantly widened her eyes.

“Then I’ll have to thank Miss Clark.” David gave Tiffany a friendly smile but received a super roll of her eyes in the end.

Hellen followed Lambert into the office, and they sat leisurely drinking tea.

“The reconstruction of the Weststadt District should be completed in three months.” Hellen laughed.

Lambert glanced at her belly and said, “You should rest too.”

Some time ago, Hellen had found an opportunity to tell Lambert he was Professor Harlana.

“I can’t rest yet.” Hellen had a mysterious look, and she was very excited. “Recently, I plan to set up a medical group.”

Lambert frowned. “What are you going to do now?”

Hellen began to laugh. “I plan to study the problem of male reproduction.”

Hans, reading a document opposite them, raised his eyes and glanced at Hellen.

Hellen was stunned, and then she recalled that Hans couldn’t have sex.

“Isn’t it too cruel to say this in front of Hans?” Hellen silently reflected for a while.

Hellen’s gaze was so strange that Hans’s face darkened.

After a short moment, Tiffany’s enraged roar sounded out from the small empty meeting room next door.

“It’s okay if I help you pick out the forms, but you think I’m not neat enough?”

David’s voice was very gentle and infuriating. “Is this how you treat Mrs. Jovano when you work? It seems that Mrs. Jovano is very tolerant.”

Tiffany was furious.

Hans looked up and saw Lambert and Hellen listening to the gossip, looking like a bad master and disciple.

After staying in the Weststadt District for a long time, Hellen received a call from Joanna, telling her to go home for lunch.

Hellen greeted Lambert and left with Tiffany.

After Hellen left, Lambert looked at Hans in the room.

“Hans, are you in a good mood?”

Hans smiled slightly.